by Kelly Wilbanks posted in Parenting

There was broccoli in her vomit. That's what I thought as I gingerly stepped past it holding my baby to my chest. She'd calmed, but her tear streaked face was still red from screaming. She'd only lasted five minutes before vomiting on a childcare worker prompting them to come get me.
It has become our norm. Well, not the vomiting part - that is an intermittent bonus. My youngest daughter will not let me leave her sight. Period. She loses her mind. It doesn't matter if it's in my home, at my church or with her Grandma.

She wails as though life itself is ending. I can hear her before the nursery workers arrive in my MOPS meeting to let me know it's "just not working out today." I hear her as I walk down the hall hoping she'll relax and enjoy all the toys she loves so much when I stay in there with her. This didn't happen with my first two. Vivianne was cooing and loving the attention she received by anyone working in the nursery. Evelynne is a little more shy, but she also --being quite a fan of play dough- gets right in there. But, Annaliese -- she starts holding on tight before we even enter the room.

And now she's started gagging herself. The first time it happened was a month or so ago. I thought she'd just worked herself up or eaten something that didn't agree with her. The childcare attendant was nice about it as she cleaned vomit splatter off her jeans. I calmed Annie down and sat with her in the adjacent cry-room. B...