Last weekend, we headed back to the allergist to go over our progress thus far. Mind you, we had to lug the skin trophy all around the hospital because Sojo insisted that Dr. Karl get a chance to see it (so he could tell her, "Keep up the hard work!").
We are cautiously optimistic at the moment, which is so strange to write because I am the eternal optimist. This journey has tempered my optimism a bit, but we are seeing some results with some new detergent and a whole lot of continual dusting. It seems more and more that this is dust-related, so we have reintroduced bread. Talk about a happy kid. At this point, she is only eating bread that I make, which is actually a really yummy thing. We devoured a batch of homemade pita bread and a round of tortillas on Sunday, only to make a new batch Sunday night.
And, as if I need another reason to love our hospital--they had a balloon-making clown in the lobby. No, not Sojo, she is simply dressing like a clown with that sparkly hat.