The Puddles

That is the quote of the day.  And that quote came from me.

After a year and a half . . . we found out that Ainsley is not lactose intolerant.  That’s right. She has no problems digesting milk.  A year of lactaid milk, soy yogurt, vegan cheese, and lactaid pills all for nothing.  The pediatrician determined that long ago that Ainsley was lactose intolerant by doing the exclusion test.  She didn’t eat diary for two weeks and then she was given a glass of milk.  She had diarrhea within half an hour.   So why does she have tummy issues?  We go back in next week (or whenever I get to gumption to call in.  I’m still in a state of shock right now and debating whether or not Ainsley can just live with these issues).  We are suppose to go in and have more blood work to test for celiac and other issues.  Then we see the doctor for our next step.

It didn’t help that I had a blowout on my tire this morning on the way to the hospital.  Thank goodness for Uncle David.  He came and saved the day.  He met me where I had pulled off (scary part of town), traded me cars and then sent Ainsley and I on our way.  He then took my tire (of which the spare was flat too) to Tiremax to get it fixed or at least dealt with.  I have a loaner tire on the car now.  Chris says he will take care of the rest when he gets home from Angleton (where he is volunteering as an EMT).  We even made it to the hospital on time.  Thank you Uncle David!  Not to be outdone Aunt Debra took the other two kids and watched them today for me so that the healthy children didn’t have to go to the hospital. Thank you Aunt Debra.

I am tired. I think I’ll go lay down for a 20 minute power nap.  I’m sure I’ll feel more refreshed and ready to face the day after that.  I just need to find the puddles and let them watch a quick video while I rest on the couch for a bit.  Thank goodness they still like TV for the time being!