It has been a while since I’ve had the opportunity to blog. I sit down at the computer when I have a few minutes and I start to type, but I haven’t been able to make sense of the past couple of months. So I’m going to break it down into several parts to better explain and, hopefully, understand and come to terms with it myself.
My three year old, DR, has been diagnosed with both egg and peanuts allergies. He also has some pretty severe eczema. However, over the past year we have worked to maintain a healthy and safe environment for him, so his skin was clearing up and he hadn’t had a reaction in months. We were going out more, had found some great sitters who understood his needs, and our daycare was on board and on top of all of his food intake while he was in their care. We were feeling pretty good about our allergy-restricted life.
The second weekend of July, I took a trip with DR and his one-year-old brother JN from Savannah, GA to Burnsville, NC. Because of other medical issues, it had been months since we had seen my family, and that weekend was much needed. We enjoyed the fresh mountain air, took a dip in a local river, played outside in the breezy summer heat, and ate to our hearts content of my grandmothers amazing food.
We stuck to our food guidelines the entire time, even when my grandpa made himself a peanut butter sandwich. He is on a diet, so peanut butter is one of the few nutritionally valuable items he can eat. Because of this, his contact with DR was limited for about 8 hours after the sandwich, all surfaces were cleaned several times, and he ate it outside in an area where DR would/could not go. The plate and other utensils were disposed of in a trash can outside and isolated from the rest of the house. This was two days before we left, and all seemed fine. I had prepared for instances like this, and we came through it without any issue.
As we got ready to leave on Monday we noticed DR had a small rash. We assumed that it was the difference in weather and the fact that he had been in the river the evening before. Little did we know that the rash was just the tip of the iceberg and far from over.
From that moment on the next 4 weeks would include 5 scary hives outbreaks, an anaphylactic reaction, an ambulance ride and hospital stay, a unexpected but necessary allergist change, a new allergy diagnosis, and a potentially delightful surprise.