Thursday, March 29, 2007

316 - Mama Malone finds out feeding your baby humous can take you to hospital…


Do you ever think someone might fancy you, they flirt with you, smile then say (whilst looking deep into your eyes) “So where’s your mate? I quite fancy your mate”. That happens to me all the time, so annoying. Right got your attention now lets talk about babies and hummous. Yes hummous. It looks so innocent doesn’t it, creamy chickpea protein heaven, all innocent and smooth lying in its petite compact container. Well it’s not. It’s an evil dangerous concoction of devil food, ie sesame seeds. I think the baby is allergic to them. Yesterday I fed her hummus after midwife advice “at 7 months you can give her anything, except honey, don’t give that till she’s a year old”…. Okayee… I need to feed her some veggie style protein, I mean don’t get me wrong I like a steak, but theres something wrong about getting some chicken, putting it in a blender and feeding the smelly mush to your baby. I wouldn’t eat it, why should she? Mind you I wouldn’t sit in my own faeces wearing a nappy or cry to be picked up. Ahum.. actually I do that one. (The crying to be picked up um not sitting in my own faeces) Anyhooo in an attempt to get some protein in her to make her sleep longer, I give her hummus, she loved it! I was glad she was finally eating happily. Whilst changing her clothes (pureed food gets everywhere) I notice she’s itching her neck, thinking it’s just from bits of porridge stuck in her neck folds,(beautiful) I suddenly reel with horror as I look at her face, it’s quickly swelling up, her right eye is bulging and her face is covered in welts, and her hands are dark purple! I actually panic. I never panic. I am always good in a crisis. Not so now, I panic running from room to room holding her naked rashy body telling myself to be calm. I ring the neighbours and they brilliantly turn up on a bike in minutes! I ring an ambulance and a rapid response team arrive really quick, they give the baby an oxygen mask to breathe. She’s teething, so she of course just chews on it, inhaling only a small amount of the oxygen. Your legally required to use a cars seat with babies, but the rapid response team don’t have one and neither do I, (I don’t have a car jesus where would I park round here?) I have to hold the baby, which is even more stress, I now have to worry about them driving safely! (I did have a car seat but it was a lend and had to give it back recently). I figure if we do have a crash, being already with 2 ambulance crew, is probably the best I situation I can hope for. Casualty administered anti histamine told me to get to an allergy clinic soon, as we don’t want it to progress to anaphylactic shock, we need to find out what it is. I think its sesame seed but we’ll have to see. In the mean time I will have to go very careful with this weaning malarkey as there are clearly hidden dangers lurking and an afternoon spent in casualty is not my idea of fun…

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