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Food Allergy Thoughts

I’ve now scrapped about 4 beginnings to a blog about food allergies. I just can’t quite put my thoughts into words. I hate them. They make me feel sick. They add stress to joyous occasion and there’s a part of me that has actually considered home-schooling. Now, the home schooling part comes from the crazy irrational side of me, but also the side that fears for her son’s life. Food allergies stole one of my favorite foods from me. Don’t get me wrong, I would pick the Wild Card over a peanut butter cup any day of the week, but there are days where I really really want that peanut butter cup. I know I could eat one, but it doesn’t taste as good anymore. And I haven’t figured out to make stress a calorie burning exercise so for the most part I stay away.

Yesterday I donned one of my favorite new t-shirts and noticed a weird reddish-brownish stain on the front. At first I was bummed because I can’t seem to own anything nice (yes, I used the words t-shirt and nice together) and then I felt sick and started to cry. After a second of “what is that??”, I realized it was dried blood. I remembered it was the shirt that I was wearing the day I gave my first epi-pen.  It’s no longer a fun new t-shirt I got for running a 5K while being pelted with powered paint, it’s a shirt that is stained with my son’s blood and has been vomited on. That’s the thing with allergies, they never leave. They are a stain on our lives. I will never go somewhere and not worry that it will end in another thigh stabbing and I will worry everyday he leaves the house that someone won’t fully understand the nature of his allergy and accidentally poison him. We went hiking and Charlie found an acorn, I spent the next hour worrying if acorns were a “tree nut” in the allergy sense and if we were going to have to book it to the ER. The good news, Charlie is not allergic to acorns, but it doesn’t change the fact that something as simple as a hike is stressful since a fury woodland creature has dropped part of it’s hibernation stash on our path. Our neighbors fed the squirrels shelled peanuts and our backyard became a stressful scavenger hunt every time we went out to play. There are still some days I find myself checking around the yard, just in case.

So, instead of dwelling on things I can’t change such as the child that will bring peanut butter and jelly to the lunch table or the playground mom that feeds her child peanut butter crackers, I’ve decided to focus on the things I can grow from. I can only become more knowledgeable on food allergies and how to educate others. I can have confidence in my reactions to his reactions and I can teach my child the joy in made-from-scratch brownies. Then hopefully, Charlie will learn from my confidence in his allergy and gain his own confidence. Yup, the best I can do is teach and lead by example and hope that he gains the necessary respect for the peanut so he doesn’t live with the same fear I do.

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A Home Without a Crib

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Today we entered the next step of parenting. The step that will contribute to flabby biceps, we transitioned to a toddler bed. No more lifting a 30 pound toddler in and out of cribs. No more cribs. For 4 years and 4 months our house has been home to a piece of furniture that defined where we were in our “family” life. But I really liked it because I could be okay with my decision that we weren’t having anymore babies since we still have baby things. Now without a crib I have to accept that we are moving on with our lives. We are moving out of bottles and bumbos and into a world that has preschool and napless afternoons. Don’t get me wrong, I look forward to this stage but it’s the same insanity that makes me cry when getting rid of their baby clothes that makes me nostalgic for the times they were babies. I don’t even know why, they cried and vomited and were awake all the time. Why would anyone be sad about saying good bye to that??? I couldn’t tell you, but I am.

The only thing getting me through this tough time is the happiness in my Wild Card’s face. He thinks his new bed is the best thing ever. And technically it’s his crib, just missing a side (kids are so gullible). Tonight he cried “get out” as he was put in his bed and Stampy said “you can get out” but he never did. It was almost like he was so accustomed to protesting that he just had to do it. So there it is, both of my children are sleeping in their beds. Not cribs, but beds and I’m going to have a little wine to help me get over myself and into my bed tonight and not snuggle in and cling to my baby.

20 Questions To Dine With Food Allergies

It’s rare that you get to talk to an owner manager or chef of a restaurant while not in their restaurant or while they are working. I’m trying to ask all kinds of questions to find out if the Wild Card can safely eat while they are tending to me and other customers. Sometimes I feel like I get memorized answers. I think several restaurants go through the same “food allergy training” seminar. Yesterday I got the undivided attention of an owner chef of a local eatery outside of work and I jumped on the chance to question him inside and out of his allergy practices. The good thing is that he is a small deli and he is the main person preparing food so I know he is on top of what is what. It’s also from a place which I love to eat. I sent my labor coach/friend there after I delivered the Wild Card to get me a cold cut sub for lunch, no doubt the best in town. I needed this place to meet my standards and it did! For those of you that have never asked about food allergies, here is a list of some of the questions ER have to think about to ask.

1. Do you have any peanut or tree nut ingredients in your food?
2. Where are these ingredients stored in comparison to your non-nut ingredients?
3. Do you clean your meat slicer after each user?
4. How?
5. Do you fry anything?
6. Do you have desserts?
7. Are all desserts made on premise?
8. Where do you get your chocolate from?
9. Do you know for certain their plant does not handle nut products?
10. Do you mix your homemade cookies with outside cookies for packaging?
11. Do you wah your hands in between handling different types of food?
12. What you’re of oil do you use?
13. Do you bake your own bread?
14. Where does your bread come from?
15. What else does the bakery make?
16. Are you sure they only make bread?
17. Can I have their info to talk to them about food handling and allergen information?
18. Are you tired of my questions?
19. When are you having pit beef again?
20. Are you going to hide the next time you see me?

See the problem is that most people only know the handling and preparations of their restaurants, not their food suppliers and since you don’t have to label for contamination, many people don’t realize if products have been tainted. I’m glad that owner Bill took my concerns seriously and answered my questions thoroughly. It’s nice to know we can get a good meal that wasn’t home made and support local businesses at the same time. This place got an A+ in my book.

Disclaimer: this is not an entire list of questions that need to be asked, it’s dependent on the type of food and “yes” answers.

My Lazy Boy

There are a ton of great adjectives to describe Charlie: fun, charming, cute, trouble maker, stubborn, witty…. but the best may be lazy. I don’t think I’ve ever met a 2 year old BOY that is as lazy as he is.
Me: Charlie, wanna go outside and play?
Charlie: No!
We have that conversation everyday. What kid doesn’t want to go outside?!? This kid…

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If he can’t do it lying down, he probably won’t do it at all.

Now to teach him to do this in his crib past 6am…

Need Vs. Want

I was in the minority growing up. I grew up knowing about food allergies. In the 80’s I was aware of them and even though they weren’t mine, I understood that they could be deadly. My brother was plagued with several. None of which were Epi-pen worthy, but they still needed to be addressed. His were pretty easy to navigate around: citrus, melons and tree nuts. My aunt’s allergy to oranges was Epi-pen worthy. Although we only saw her several times a year, we knew that oranges weren’t allowed. At restaurants we requested they weren’t on our plates and we never had them in our house when she came to visit. For our wedding I didn’t need to be reminded about her allergy, I knew to request that oranges be removed from the premises. This was an easy request because it meant my aunt could safely attend my wedding. But did I need to do it or did I want to do it? I guess you could say both. I wanted to do it because I wanted her to attend our wedding and I needed to do it in order for her to be there.

Skip ahead 5 years and we are plagued with another familial food allergy. Only this time it is my son. I watched his face go from 1 one hive to twice it’s size in less than 10 minutes and I pinned him down in the ER while they put an IV in him. I watched the staff buzz around him and even move his room to in front of the nurses station and the entire time I was in denial. I didn’t want to believe that we were facing a food allergy. Over the next 4 months I read, talked to other moms dealing with food allergies, and called manufacturers to discuss allergy policies and contamination concerns. Did I need to do this or did I want to? I guess both. I wanted to be proactive and I needed to keep my child safe.

At this point, we have lived through 2 allergic reactions and in both cases Charlie has ingested less than 1/8 tsp of peanut butter. In fact he probably ate the tiniest little smear of the stuff. His second reaction happened at one of my friend’s home that is very allergy aware. She calls to find out about food she could get to serve Charlie, she asks about allergy friendly eating in public places so her children don’t possibly harm other children and makes sure that she scrubs down her kids before playing with mine and Charlie had his second reaction in her house. It didn’t happen because someone was being malicious or uncaring, but because sometimes accidents happen when you venture into a peanut filled world. That being said, does she need or want to be this conscience about a diagnosis that does not directly impact her. I guess both. She wants to have her Godson in her life (technically both her Godsons have food allergies) so she understands the needs that go with that.

We’ve only gone peanut free for a little over a year now and in that time I’ve been told that I was being ridiculous, I’ve had people act like I was hurting their feelings because I brought food to their house for Charlie to eat, and people that have told me that I want to pack his food wherever we go. Maybe all of these things are true, but maybe it’s because I need to value Charlie’s health over their feelings. Imagine you go to eat at a restaurant and your server tells you that the food being served has a 10% chance of making you terribly ill and/or killing you. What do you do? Do you throw caution to the wind and eat it anyway? Or do you go home and eat food that is 100% safe? Now imagine you have to feed that food to your child, do you give it to him? Remember, one bite could kill him and you know this giving it to him. If I had to guess, you would probably return home and eat the safe food. You would probably also start packing a lot of your own food when you went to places and you may even sneak food into places that say they don’t allow outside food. Theoretically you don’t need to. So are you needing or wanting to bring your own food?

Here’s my answer: I need to bring food. I need to bring my own food because I love my son and I want to keep him around for awhile. I need to call ahead to your birthday party and ask about the menu and I need to read food labels. Believe me, I don’t want to do any of these things. My life would be 1,000 times easier and grocery shopping would be much faster if I didn’t have to do these things. I don’t want to call Betty Crocker from the baking aisle of the grocery store and talk about cookie mix ingredients and then ultimately decide to bake them from scratch. I don’t want to ask to speak to managers or chefs at restaurants and then trust them to not kill my son. I don’t want to worry when he goes to preschool and I don’t want to sit and discuss emergency action plans with his teachers. These are things I need to do. I need to do them because I don’t want to go to the ER today, I don’t want to jab my son in the thigh with his Epi-pen and I sure as hell don’t want him to die.

As a mom to a child with food allergies, I don’t expect you to really understand the difference between need vs. want. It’s really something you can’t empathize with unless you have been there and have made the choice, do I NEED to do this or do I WANT to do this? I do ask though that you don’t question my judgement of my needs vs. wants or take it personally if I don’t 100% trust you to meet my child’s allergic needs because his diet is not a choice that I wanted to make.

Mommy Confessions

In Charlie’s eyes, I failed him today. So I thought I would share my MommyFAIL along with a confession that goes along with it. Charlie is 2 years, 4 months old and he still drinks from the bottle. GASP!! I know. There are a lot reasons why he still does but the biggest is it just was never a big deal to make him stop. He drinks water, juice, lemonade etc from a cup and even drinks out of a regular cup now but he wants his milk in his “baby bottle”. To the point he gets mad, I mean really mad if we give it to him in a sippy cup. Thanks to Avent, we had a transition spout that could go on his bottle. I thought “perfect!”, Charlie thought “what the *&%^ is this??!!?”. There it is, my FAIL for the day, I gave my 2 year 4 month old son this:
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/hangs head in shame.

My First Epi-Pen

Last week I had the unfortunate opportunity to give Charlie his first epi-pen. It was my first too! Since we received them 15 months ago I have often wondered if I would be able to actually stab my son in the leg. There were so many questions, would I be able to do it? would I miss the leg? would I do it properly? and all of those questions were answered thanks to Charlie’s ability to spot random food and his inability to decide that old old toast is something he probably shouldn’t eat in the first place. Starting at the time my friend Sarah spotted him eating random food I worried about that epi-pen. Something told me today would be the day. Once he started complaining about how hot he was (and he was noticeably hot) I knew it was coming and I worried about delivering that fast punch to the thigh. Then something happened. He vomited. All over the 2 of us and it wasn’t a question of what to do. Epi-pen came out, Sarah held his arms and head (thank you!) and medicine administered all without a second thought. It was like I had given 100 epi-pens at that time. I felt like a nervous wreck and a super hero all at the same time. I hope I never have to be a super hero again, but it helps to know that I CAN do it.

Charlie and I after coming home from the hospital, he’s been cleaned up and changed, I’m still covered in vomit.
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