First son with life threatening allergies.

My first step into motherhood was made in ignorant bliss. I really thought that my life would just continue on with this adoring little person at my side. I had lived for looking after myself and no one else. Oh the silly girl that I was.
Reality hit hard. My baby cried, fussed, ate, pooped, peed into my face and sometimes slept. I was completely and totally unprepared for being a mother. It was a shock to discover that the baby would not let me have a peaceful bath. I could no longer just soak and read a book.
And then... there were things to be done when the baby slept. Yikes what a shock. When I wasn't cooking, cleaning and doing laundry, I was nursing the baby.
I nursed my oldest boy until he was almost 3. Yes, three. Why?
Because he was allergic to everything.
Lets see if I can remember. Synthetic material, soap, fragrance, wheat, dairy, pork, sugar, dye, (especially orange), seafood, chemicals, mould, fresh fruit (except blueberries) , fresh vegetables (except broccoli), grass, trees, flowers etc. It was quite, quite incredible.
Can you imagine?
I began my journey on allergies when he was 8 months old or so.
How did I know that there was a problem? Glassy, unfocussed eyes after eating, throwing up, rashes developing all over his wee body and flushed skin. Oh, he also hit out at me quite viciously. Kicking me, pulling my hair and trying to bite me.
He attacked me in a health food store and the woman working there came running and asked me what he had just eaten. That was the beginning but it was not the end.