HO-LEE COW. It’s been nearly 3 months since I last wrote. Too long, I tell you. Too long. And since then a lot has happened. Let’s do a quick round-up of some things, shall we?
I turned 30. My birthday was wonderful and so far being 30 isn’t filled with dread or regret like I was feeling before. It’s been really great and I’ve been happier than I have been in a long time. Weeeeeeee!Christmas was perfect. New Year’s Eve was fun. My brother turned 23 which is absolutely bonkers. We went to a few Trailblazers games (We’re doing great this season!). I painted the hallway and am finally hanging photos on the walls. Can you believe we’ve lived here two years and I haven’t hung anything until now? Yeesh.Max is growing like a weed both in height and milestones. I’ve got so much to say about him that I’m just going to do a whole post. Let’s just say he’s very much becoming his own person and the toddler vs. parent power struggle is sometimes more than I bargained for.
I had a scary experience with getting my allergy shots. I’ve been getting them for a year and a half now and I’ve never had a problem. Turns out that if forget to refresh your supply of daily antihistamines and start a new bottle of your allergy cocktail, you’re in for a surprise! The surprise of going into anaphylactic shock! At first it felt like I was getting a cold. Scratchy throat, super runny nose, sneezing, coughing. Then I realized this was all coming on way too quickly and I went back to the hospital. By the time I got back there I could feel my throat closing up. I received two shots of epinephrine, a truly horrible feeling, and a heavy dose of benadryl. I was fine, relatively speaking, after that. I felt like I had been run over by a car. The next day I was back to normal. Thankfully.That next day it started snowing. And it snowed for three days. The first two days it was super exciting and really fun to see Max react to it. Then the cabin fever set in. I hate feeling trapped and since few people in this city know how to drive in the snow, myself included, everyone stays home. I did manage to cook a lot of delicious comfort food and wear comfy clothes that I would never wear in public. Max got sick the second or third day in and was a snotty coughing mess. Portland weather, let’s keep this snowstorm stuff to minimum, okey dokey?Now we’re getting ready to celebrate Max’s 3rd birthday, in Robot style. His choice.
January marked the five year anniversary of this blog. Five years!
Aaaaaaand that should catch us up. I’ll be back soon!
One of my biggest fears about having a child was them inheriting all my health issues, eczema (check!), psoriasis (still a possibility), horrible seasonal allergies (also still a possibility), lactose, cat, grass, dust mite allergies. Need I go on? I know what kind of hell it is to have to deal with these things (which is why I’m starting my allergy shots in August) and I didn’t want my child to grow up with the same.
But here we are faced with an allergy foreign even to me, nuts. It all started a couple weeks back when I gave Max a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch. I noticed that wherever the peanut touched he was red and had broken out in hives. Then it clicked. He was having allergic reaction. I gave him benadryl and consulted both my mom and Dr. Google. Both said the same: an allergy to peanut butter will get worse the more you’re exposed to it. So it made total sense that he would break out on this, about the 5th time he’s ever had peanut butter.
So this morning we went to the allergist to confirm what we pretty much already knew. He had the very same patch test done as I did (and he took it like a cowboy, I was truly impressed), and it became quite clear early on that he was indeed allergic to not just peanuts, but all nuts. He had less severe reactions to nuts like pecans and walnuts, but it was still there. Luckily he showed no signs of seasonal allergies or allergies to animals and dust…yet. The doctor said he very well could grow into those.The photo on the left was taken shortly after the test started. The one on the right was about midway through and you can see the reaction getting worse.
I knew what the outcome of the appointment would be, but it still sucks. I’m just so sad for him that he’ll never be able to enjoy these things. I mean, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich is every kids favorite! And pecan pie! I love making pecan pie for Thanksgiving dessert! And pistachios, omg pistachios. And a Snickers bar, and rocky road ice cream and Reeses Peanut Butter Cups! All these wonderfully delicious things he’ll never be able to enjoy. I know he won’t know what he’s missing, but it still makes me sad. He’s going to be that kid in class who can’t participate in the birthday cupcakes of a classmate because they “may have been made” in a place where there are nuts.
We were sent home with lots of information on label reading things like that as well as an epipen (that we will hopefully never EVER have to use). I have a lot of reading to do to educate myself on making sure he isn’t exposed to nuts.
I know he’ll grow up just fine not being able to eat nuts, and I know we’ll handle this just fine and live life as normal, but it still sucks.