This week my family and I joined a new club.
It’s not exclusive and you don’t get an invitation.
It’s a life long membership though you wish this wasn’t the case.
It’s the “My child has an allergy club”.
Nut allergies run in the family so when Master 2 came out in a bright red rash after eating peanut butter on toast we thought it was time to do some testing
Throughout my pregnancy and even while breast-feeding I avoided nuts following the health authorities advice that it was best to avoid potential ‘at risk’ foods to avoid developing an allergy in the unborn or young child. Note – this has completely changed now.
So after 5 months of being on a waiting list (which included been excluded from a day care service due to his potential allergies) we found ourselves in the waiting room of an allergy specialist in Canberra.
Master 2 has a thing for Doctors. As far as he’s concerned they have cool toys i.e stethoscopes and ear checker thingy’s and they give you lollypops, the really messy kind that mum never buys.
Now, what is it with doctor’s waiting rooms. The toys are always terrible and they are always running late; so I had gone through all by back up and the back up to my back up toys in the first 15min and we hadn’t even gone into his room yet!
Once we were finally into the testing room the strawberries and cream lollies I had saved for after the appointment had taken full effect and Master 2 was not going to put his glucose energy to waste. After realising this ‘Specialist’ just talked and did not have any cool toys he decide to make his own fun which led to the “specialist’ suggested he might like to go back out the waiting room where there are some ‘fun toys’ to play with.
I was thinking ‘yeah we know all about those ‘toys’ but smiled and agreed. ‘He can’t get into much trouble out there’ he responded. Again I smiled.
So when 2 minutes past and I hadn’t heard a single peep from him I knew something was up and sure enough I find Master 2 under one of the waiting rooms chairs with that look on his face…
“I’ve just pooed my pants’.
We’re still working on number twos in the toilet so it wasn’t completely unexpected but this timing was terrible
The specialist honestly didn’t seem phased though and suggested that while I am changing him he will set up for the skin testing. So how could I be cranky at him when I knew what was coming next…
It’s quite a strange feeling to watch someone deliberately break the soft creamy skin of your first born’s arms. Even more so when you’re the one having to hold that arm still. We distracted him with more lollies, which he was very happy about (the trip home was a long one) but he did look up at me and say ‘hurt mummy’ which broke my heart a little.
So 8 skin pricks and a smiley face drawn on his arm later, we see a massive welt on the peanuts testing area. Sure enough, it’s more than enough for a peanut allergy diagnosis. How severe it will be, we don’t know, no epi pen at this stage but vigilance required with what he eats.
As I got home and resorted to my beloved Google searching ‘peanut allergies’ I was amazed at how far we have come with awareness and strategies to educate and inform society about allergies.
I have already ordered some Allergy labels from Stuck On You www.stuckonyou.biz which you can personalise and a tag for his kindy bag plus some really cool wrist bands. Such a great idea and makes me feel so much better for having them visible to those who care for him while I am not around.
So hello to everyone that is already part of this ‘club’ and welcome to those of you that will join us in the future.
Together we can support and educate each other and hopefully with future technologies and advancements in vaccines and medications we may be able to let our memberships expire forever.