We had our first night of volleyball and I have to admit that I'm exhausted. We played for about 2 1/2 hours; first the women, then coed. We had more people there than I expected for the coed teams and fewer for the women.
I've been in charge of women's sports in my stake for more than a decade now. The older our neighborhood gets, the more difficult it is to convince people to play. And I get that. I'm the queen of broken fingers. Although I probably shouldn't say that since it has been a couple of years since I had surgery on the last one.
Speaking of medical issues, Baby Doll has been struggling the past few months with tummy issues and we have been doing all kinds of tests to see if we can figure out why she is having trouble.
The ultrasound and samples of various things all proved that she was normal. She had a blood panel yesterday and we are only waiting on one last result before we can say that her blood is perfectly normal too.
It is almost to the anxiety or allergy point and I'm afraid that dairy might be the problem.
When we first saw the doctor last week, she told us to stop all dairy. It didn't seem to make that much difference, so on Wednesday, Baby Doll had ice cream and some cheese. Her tummy went crazy and she could hardly sleep. She spent several sad moments sobbing in my lap as she contemplated a life without ice cream, cheese, and yogurt.
How do you tell a 5-year-old that it will all be ok?