Oliver, can I just say that I find it a wee bit thankless that you filled my Birkenstock with spit up after I spent a night of little sleep in hospital with you holding your hand and giving you lots of cuddles? I mean, come on.
After all, I was the one who noticed that you were making a funny grunting sound and then got all phlegmy sounding in your throat. I was also the one who realized that you were most likely having an allergic reaction and decided, "That's it, we're not waiting anymore. We're all off to the ER like now!" And I'm the one who held you in the ER when you were getting the chest x-rays and adrenaline nebulizer (that you really DID NOT LIKE!!!) and the icky prednisalone medicine.
And let's be honest, I'll also likely be the one who takes you to the allergy clinic as we start narrowing down what you are and aren't allergic to, and of course I'll also be super nervous every time you get a rash or start to make a funny noise from here on out.
Now don't get me wrong it's not like I think you owe me anything; I just did what any Mommy would do, but seriously a Birkenstock full off vomit. Not very nice.
And P.S. I'm really really sorry that you seem to have inherited my food allergies (or at least an allergy to raw apples--fingers double crossed that there's nothing else).
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Ohhhh, Oliver!! I am soo sorry to hear about your allergy troubles. My goodness, you and Elliot sure do give your mom a run for her money trying to keep up with so many exciting ailments and adventures. Casey, I'm so thankful that you were alert and attentive (as always!) and could put two and two together and get Oliver into the hospital. Sure is strange how all these food allergies happen to folks. Oliver, for your sake, and your mom's AND her Birkenstocks, I sure do hope you figure out really quickly what you are allergic to and that you manage to avoid any more mishaps!
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