This little PEANUT

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So here he is.
The newest light in my life.
When he sees me he opens his arms for me to take him.
I hold him, rock him, sing to him.
Owen Reilly my smashingly handsome funny sweet grandson.
Allie and I went to an allergist with him today, knowing he had food alleriges, but how severe was shocking.
Milk
Eggs
Peanuts.

Just the begining I am afraid.

He has been small since he was born and Allie has done EVERYTHING to make it happen fo him.
needing to gain weight and not thow up.  diarrhea, constipation, rashes, fevers.

He is 14 months old and quite the trooper.
So now we do MORE to make him comfortable and happy and healthy.
Today we can be sad, and scared and angry that it hasnt been easy for this little guy so far.

But tomorrow....
We get up and realize that it could be SO SO SO much worse.
We know what he cannot have.  Which leaves us with the things he CAN HAVE.

Of course I went to the store tonight and read labels.  I read lables that I have never read before.
It will be ok. 
Our sweet peanut boy.  My love.

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