Zax came into our lives in October of 2008. He was a wonderful baby and, apart from a bit
of eczema, was pretty healthy. Because
of my own allergies (and particularly having heard the story of my own first
experience with egg) we were very cautious about introducing new foods to
him. We introduced one food at a time,
spaced four days to a week apart, and watched carefully for any signs of
allergy.
Things went fine until he was about 10 1/2 months old. I purposefully scheduled Zax’s first taste of
scrambled eggs on a weekend when my husband would be home to keep me
company. I also introduced the egg well
before his first birthday, because there was no way his first exposure was
going to be in his birthday cake. I
wanted to know beforehand.
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We called the pediatrician, who immediately referred us to
the Colorado Allergy and Asthma Center.
We set up an appointment and took him in.
It later occurred to me how ironic the situation was. I have food allergies, and to be honest I almost
expected a reaction from him, yet I didn’t have the slightest idea of what to
give him. I’d never browsed the pharmacy
for children’s allergy medication, and I’m grateful that his initial reaction
wasn’t worse. If he’d gone into
anaphylactic shock, I probably would have given him my own epi pen before
racing off to the hospital, but fortunately that didn’t happen.
The allergist performed a skin test for the eight most
common allergens. Zax bore it well, and
didn’t fuss much. His results came back
positive for egg, which we expected, and also for peanut, which we did
not. The kid had never eaten peanut so
it seemed strange that he could already be allergic to it. When I considered my own history of false
positives on skin tests, I knew that at some point I would want to challenge
the peanut diagnosis, but that would have to wait. Several years, in fact, until he was old
enough to speak and mature enough to describe how he felt. For the time being, we would consider him
allergic to both egg and peanut.
Even though I’d known he was allergic since the day he ate
scrambled egg, I still felt disappointed by the diagnosis. In fact, my first thought when they read the
results was “Really? He didn’t get the
memo that he was supposed to take after his daddy?” It was short-lived though, as I was already
rearranging things in my head, thinking of how to incorporate these new foods
into my existing food-avoidance routines.
The staff at CAAC seemed surprised by my attitude. Did I have questions? Not really.
This is my normal, just with new foods.
I knew that they would be appropriately labeled thanks to the Food
Allergen Labeling and Consumer Protection Act.
I wasn’t even that concerned about finding substitutions for egg. I figured the internet would tell me
everything I needed to know.
They brought in an EpiPen and tester and started to show me
how to use it. I pulled out my own and
said “You mean like this?” I declined to
schedule a follow-up appointment a few weeks later, as they admitted it was
just to address questions people encountered as they adjusted to an allergic
lifestyle. I did, however, schedule a
special appointment for them to test for and administer his flu shot, since the
vaccine is incubated in chicken eggs.
Life went on from that point without too much fuss. Zax was still a baby, so we didn’t typically
order him restaurant food anyway. Baking
without egg proved to yield rather flat results (literally), but things still
tasted fine.
We had a few incidents.
At 20 months, a second cousin gave him a cookie which made him cough
before anyone discovered he had it. At age
2 he stole a piece of pasta that had an egg-laden alfredo sauce, and that time,
nothing happened. We hoped that meant he
was outgrowing the allergy, but his next annual exam showed that his numbers
had not diminished in the slightest.
At age 3, a few months after Kal’s birth, we were at JC
Penny taking some family pictures. I had
brought along some plain m&ms to ensure Zax’s cooperation and smiles in the
photos. While many peanut allergic folks
avoid plain m&ms due to their troubling “may contain peanuts” warning, we
had had no problems with them. (My
relationship with “may contain” products is complicated, and probably the
subject of another post.) It was good we
had them that day, because we needed a few bribes incentives to get Zax
through the pictures.
After the photo shoot, my husband and I were looking at the
results while Zax watched the movie in the waiting area. After a while, he came running up to me
asking if he could have some m&ms.
Knowing that waiting was boring for a 3-year-old, and that we still had
a while to go, I said “yes” and reached into my bag for the m&ms. To my surprise, instead of eagerly awaiting
my offering, Zax ran off. He went up to
a strange woman in the waiting area and held out his hands, and I watched
almost in slow-motion as a very fat m&m disappeared into his mouth.
I charged across the room calling “Get that out of your
mouth! What kind of m&m is
that?” Zax obliged, looking rather
shocked at my behavior. The woman looked
sheepish as she told me it was a peanut m&m, and, “I did tell him to ask!”
I pretty much ignored her after that, because I was focused
on Zax. The m&m he’d given me was
still intact, but since those things break in the bag all the time, I figured
the candy coating ought to have peanut residue aplenty. How did he feel? Was he doing okay? I didn’t want to scare him, and also didn’t
want to guide him towards giving me certain answers, so I started asking all
sorts of silly questions alternating with important ones. How did his nose feel? How did his mouth feel? How did his toes feel? His throat?
His belly button? His eyes? His tongue?
His knees? His chest? He was giggling by this point, and reporting
that everything felt fine.
You have to remember that at this point, the peanut allergy
was unconfirmed. He had positive test
results but had never eaten any. So
while I continued to keep a close eye on him for the rest of the day, and
asking him how he felt at random intervals, part of me was hoping that maybe
the peanut was a false positive after all.
Check back Friday for the rest of Zax's story!
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