DR has been officially diagnosed with a food allergy for about 18 months. I still remember the appointment that day in October. He skin was lashing out for an unknown reason, and we were excited that we might discover the reason why, hoping it was something easy and simple like changing laundry detergents. Never did I think that day would change our lives as much as it had.
Since my teen years I have had my own experience with allergy tests. The pricks followed by the burning and itching. At DR’s appointment it was not clear what he was allergic to, so they began by testing for the most common allergens. Since he was a toddler they decided it was best to prick his back. I helped him undress and sat him in my lap, his big eyes smiling up at me, and then it began. He tried to jump, squirm, just get away. With each pricks he screamed. Once the nurse was done, I let him hop down. He backed away to the corner and did not want to be touched. My heart was broken for him.
Sadly, the worst part was yet to come. Since we had to wait and see what reaction (if any) he would have, he could not put his shirt on, and he most definitely could not scratch his back. As dot after dot turned red and he tried to reach them to scratch, my heart sank even more. Finally the nurse and doctor returned. DR’s spots were examined. He was diagnosed with an allergy to cats, dogs, some trees, some grasses, and then eggs.
I was speechless. I had never heard of anyone being allergic to eggs. Looking at the dots, I noticed that the reaction didn’t seem that bad, so with a hopeful note I asked “how bad is the allergy?” The doctor informed me that we could not necessarily determine that by just the rash reaction. So in order to know more, he had ordered some blood work. Wonderful…even more sticks and holes.
We drove to the children’s lab and prepared and waited. Finally, when we were called back, I sat him in my lap and was instructed on how to hold him best, so that his arm couldn’t move. The nurse laid out some vials and we tightened our grip on DR. He immediately started screaming when he was stuck. It felt like this moment would never end.
When we were finished the nurse gave him some stickers. I took him for lunch, emotionally drained. Instead of taking him to daycare, I took him to a park to run around. After all he had been through that day I could not imagine hurting him even more, but as our journey continues I am learning that this is nothing compared to the pain he could later experience because of an awful reaction.