I’m told my child can live a NORMAL child’s life, but the fact is that she can’t. I’m told avoidance of her food allergens is enough to keep her healthy and live a normal life. I have to laugh at that.
So I guess when we pull up at a stop sign beside a playground and I have to tell my daughter she can’t go play in a playground with other kids because we have to avoid her allergen, and she cries with such a hurtful look on her face, that’s her living a NORMAL healthy life.
I go to the grocery store, this time alone. I see a sign for Hershey Amusement Park. I see other kids pointing to it…screaming with excitement to their parents. I think to myself, I can’t take my kids there, or any amusement park for that matter. But then again, avoidance is living a healthy NORMAL childhood life.
I see kids in the car carts at a grocery store being handed a cookie from a bakery worker. My daughter and son can’t take the chance of eating or touching peanut residue from the cookie, so I have to tell them no and listen to them cry because they can’t understand. But I guess that’s living a NORMAL healthy childhood life.
Oh look, “Toy Story 3” is out in theatres. Oh wait, I can’t take her to that either. They sell peanut product snacks and the seats are cloth seats that hold oils and peanut dust. But, again, that’s living a healthy NORMAL childhood life.
I see kids outside my house playing…I see some walking around with their parents, picking up rocks and just being kids in the dirt. Last time I took my children for a walk, Amylee almost stepped on a piece of a Reese’s peanut butter cup, and we came across 4 other wrappers for snickers, peanut butter crackers, butterfingers… So we don’t go walking all around the place, enjoying a stroll like other people can. I can’t always watch her 110% while watching my son who’s autistic. But then again, avoidance is living a healthy NORMAL childhood life.
A guy drives down our street every day with an ice cream truck and usually stops right in front of my house. My kids run over to the fence and stand there and watch all the other kids getting ice cream cones, and yes they have PB ice cream too. My daughter points and turns to me saying…”I want some mommy.” I have to tell her no. The scooper is dipped in water to be “cleaned” between scoops. She cries and sits on the ground while I try to get her to come inside for one of her icy, peanut free frozen treats. She just cries with a pitiful look. But then
again, avoidance is living a healthy NORMAL childhood life. But then again, avoidance is living a healthy NORMAL childhood life.
My daughter watches me wipe down everything so much, she is starting to not want to sit at the table at home until I clean it first. She actually points out where her brother might have gotten a drop of milk on the table, and she gets upset because it’s not clean. When she
accidently spills something, she completely stops eating and insists on cleaning it up before she continues. What child is so concerned with things being cleaned they actually get upset.
But then again, avoidance is living a healthy NORMAL childhood life.
No peanuts or tree nuts in our house anywhere…we check every label and call
companies to make sure they do not have nuts in their manufacturing process. I avoid all her other allergens too, just in case. I cook things separately, make two different meals to accommodate her. We clean ourselves off after being in public, change clothes and clean shoes…wash our hands and faces if we have eaten anything while away from home. We tell everyone when they come over they must have clean clothes, brushed teeth, and not handled any nut products after they changed.
scream for your husband. You open a single dose of Benadryl and hope she can swallow it, and then get out her EpiPen. You pull her pants down and hold her hands back, count to her, one…two, three, and stick her in the leg with the EpiPen. Then you count to ten, like you’re
supposed to and pull it out, rub her leg while she starts wailing in pain. You pick her up and hold her to your shoulder while your husband calls 911. She starts shaking and sweating, her heart feels like it’s going to burst its beating so hard and fast.
avoid it. I'm crazy for thinking that. I wonder if those who chuckled at me would laugh after reading that true story that happened November 29, 2010.
As some people put it, I was crazy to put so much effort and money into a special service dog that smelled for peanuts. I was told it was a "waste of money." I was laughed at and told how many other people lived their whole lives with bad peanut allergies and never needed a service dog to live a "normal life". I even had doctors try to talk me out of it. So, what did I do? I didn't listen to them, I trusted my heart, and did what I felt was right for our daughter.
simply becoming educated about it. I mean, how many times did I not wash my hands after eating something with peanuts in it and just go into a store and touch clothing, or toys... I learned to be more aware of others because of you. Because of you, I looked more to God for understanding and learned I needed him more for not only my own emotions, but for my EVERYTHING. You and your food allergies changed my life for the better and now I am a better mommy to you and your brother. You slowed me down and helped me to take the time to enjoy every moment. You're not different in a bad way at all...you're a blessing in every way. Nothing in life is intended to bring you down...it's only intended to lift you up. ~ God bless