We went to the allergist yesterday to see what we were allergic to. I thought she’d test him for all kinds of allergies, but luckily she just tested for nuts. When we got there Holden was super happy, he played with the toys and talked on his Lego cell phone.
The doctor was fantastic. She answered a lot of questions and gave us a lot of material to read. She said to make our house peanut and cashew free, entirely (sad for mommy and daddy since we love peanut butter sandwiches), and to be staunch about not letting anybody give us any candy with peanut butter, etc. (ie no more Reeses peanut butter eggs, grammy Pammy!). Plus she said we shouldn’t even be around it – so nobody should be eating peanut butter or peanuts in his presence. It’s like a poison to him.
The nurse came in an gave him scratch tests on his back for Almonds, Peanuts and Cashews. He’s HIGHLY allergic to cashews. And very allergic to peanuts. But showed no reaction to almonds. She said in kids Holden’s age, they show their reaction to these allergens more in anaphylaxis – where it shows up all over his body, especially on the skin. They blow up, throw up, etc. And then they get older, they tend to more have the wheezing, asthma-type reaction to it.
Not only did the peanut and cashews make the parts of his back swell, but it also flared up his exzema. (sp?). So she gave us a prescription for that as well. And I was armed with two expensive epi-pens. Epinenephrine is somehow a cure-all. It’s just your body’s way of fixing things and that’s what the epi-pen will do if Holden is ever not responding to Benadryl or seems faint, etc. after a reaction.
He wasn’t so happy during and after the scratch tests, but words cannot describe how upset he was when the lab did blood tests. They took blood out of his arm vein like he was an adult! It was so sad. I had to hold him tight and he was so strong and fighting so hard that they couldn’t get any blood – he wouldn’t relax enough. So they had to do it all over on the other arm! It was so sad. He was so upset.
It’s sad to me that he’ll never enjoy the simple pleasure of a peanut butter and jam sandwich. It’s also sad to me that I won’t be enjoying them either. Did I tell you? I ate one last week and washed my hands so carefully – but like an idiot I kiss him on his cheek later, and he totally ballooned right there. So sad.
He’ll be the boy sitting at the nut-free table, hopefully not alone. He’ll be the boy with the mom who yells at NWA and Delta (via email) for introducing peanuts back into their snack selection. And the mom who scrubs down the seats of the airplane with hot soap and water and yells at the flight attendants for giving peanuts to the guy next to us. Ah nuts!