I hate allergies.

I hate what allergies do to my sweet girl.

We think this darn reaction comes as the result of an allergy trifecta: spending 4 days at my mom's house with a cat during the evacuation + the worst-its-been-in-years air quality in our area this week + Starbucks Pumpkin Bread. Darn it all to heck.

Cam's one year follow-up appointment with her allergist is on the books for Monday at 9:20 am. We got a friendly reminder call Thursday that she needs to be allergy med-free for the retesting, so no meds after Thursday night. We made it to Saturday night before we had no choice. Sooo... I guess we'll be rescheduling that appointment, and hoping like heck that leading up to the next one we don't experience devastating wildfires tearing through our city forcing us to live in a cat house for several days and that Cam's mom doesn't pull such a dumb move as giving her baby something with a high-risk of peanut cross contamination.  {To say I feel like a jerky jackass over the pumpkin bread is an understatement.}

Ugh.

Baby Big Girl is doing well this morning. Hives are gone. Eyes are still red and a little puffy and her congestion is off the charts and she hacks up a lung every once in a while, but she is in great (spunky) spirits. Thank goodness.