I don't have a allergy to nuts. I am rather fond of nuts, big ones, small ones, in all their different shapes and sizes. There is nothing quite like having a hand full of nuts and popping them into your mouth.
From what have heard, baby immune systems are not being challenged enough to have resistance to nuts. Nut allergies have developed because children's immune systems are less developed than they were years ago. In spite of me not knowing anyone in my childhood years having a nut allergy, kids now die from their reaction to nuts.
I think society has gone a bit wrong somewhere with child rearing. Bone Doctor told us in no uncertain terms that we were to never give nuts to Little Jo. Now, we can. She does not have a nut allergy.
As I said, there was no such thing as a nut allergy when I was a kid, and nor was there post natal depression. Woman just got on with it, hey.
Or was there?
Tradie Brother was born about 1965. Mother had a difficult pregnancy and birth, using local country medical services. When Sister was born two years later, Mother was in a private wing of The Alfred, (Margaret Coles House?) and things went much better. I wonder who paid for that? Her parents, I guess.
Mother brought Tradie baby home to the farm on a freezing wet day in May. I can clearly remember wet clothes and nappies hanging around the place, all day, every day. Mother was straight back into cooking, cleaning and washing clothes for seven. Then Mother disappeared, and Tradie baby with her.
Father looked after us and he could kind of cook. One night he found a can of Lima Beans in the cupboard and added them to a meal. For a long time after, he ranted about Lima Beans. Lima Beans became a running joke. It was a bit of a novelty for ABI Brother and I to not have Mother around and for Father to be doing domestic things. We did not mind and cared little for the new nuisance baby. Father is dead, ABI Brother is ABI and doesn't remember childhood things. I am the only one who knows about the running joke of the Lima Beans, except it is no longer a running joke.
Where was Mother and the new baby? She went home to her Mum and Dad for three weeks and returned back to the farm and all was back to normal.
I think it would be now classified as post natal depression, but back then, no such thing was diagnosed. Mother was never the same after that though. She suffered ongoing medical problems, real and some exaggerated.