Here I sit, a hot mess. On the outside, I might look like I have my stuff together, but I don’t. Heck, maybe I don’t even look like I have my stuff together, but I’m trying. I’m trying to smile and pretend to be OK, but it’s hard. You see, last week my 7-month-old son had his third severe allergic reaction. When I say severe, I mean scary, ambulance ride to the ER type of severe. This is the third time I have watched my infant son become lethargic and pale and vomit so much his little body went limp. … Continue reading I’m Not Asking For Help But I Desperately Need it