My poor baby seems to have inherited my allergies, which I inherited from my dad, who got them from his dad, and... you get the picture. When I was a baby, my eyes would sometimes get sealed shut. I clearly remember one time when I was about 5, waking up and thinking one of my eyes was blind. I cried out and ran to my mom and dad's room. Mom took me to the bathroom and used a warm washcloth to loosen up the allergy gunk. I sobbed and she hugged me until I felt better. Sadly, I think my little bear may have the same manifestation of allergies. The difference? He doesn't cry, which breaks my heart even more - he's the happiest little guy and smiles through his sniffles and sealed lashes.
So the fall is an interesting time of year. I love, love, love the weather and the smells, the way the corn looks, and the football-back-to-school feelings. But it always comes with the price tag of a stuffy nose, itchy eyes, sore throat, and eventual sinus infection. It's an annoyance for me, but now that Beckett may have to suffer through the same feelings, I'm sad!
A silver lining for my guys? Said allergies have left me with no voice tonight.
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