Abby was doing fantastic at school. She was excited to go and barely even gave a second glance when I left each day. I felt great knowing she was taking to school like a fish to water. Almost two weeks of straight happy Abby at pre-school and I was feeling like it was all smooth sailing from here.
Then last Friday happened. Let me start by saying I have zero clue what transpired to cause the shifting of gears in her brain. I'm still trying to work out the puzzle in my mind. I went to open the van door to let her out and I open it to see tears pouring down her face amidst croaky sobs of barely audible words. "Please don't leave me here! I don't want to go to school anymore!" I figured it had just been an off week with all the craziness going around at home and with the nasty cold we all caught. I had to leave her with her teacher during a stream of a gallon of tears and begging to not leave her. I stood up tall and walked out to my van without looking back in hopes of the storm blowing over quickly after I left. Turns out that her teacher had to hold her for 15 minutes before the waterworks stopped. I became a little concerned at this point.
Today was normal. Abby was happy as a lark and didn't say a single word about not going to school today. She grabbed her backpack and put her Hello Kitty shoes on with a smile and we headed off to school for what was looking to be a fresh start to the week. Then I opened the van door to two large brown cow eyes filled with unspilled tears and a quivering bottom lip that had somehow grown to three times it's natural size. "Please mommy. I don't want to go to school with these people." She walked into the class and the floodgates opened yet again. I had to finally leave her after "just one more hug" in the care of her teacher. As I climbed those stairs to leave, I peeked back to see my baby girl, arms stretched desperately to me over her teachers shoulder, screaming, "No! Just one more hug! Just one more hug!!" I smiled and waved and told her I'd be back soon, but in my head I felt as though it would take all my power not to run back down those stairs and take her home with me. These are the moments when being a mom can be so hard. You want to comfort them when they are afraid or hurt, but you also know what is truly best for them and that sometimes letting them cry is the best thing you can do. I'm going to have a nice talk with her today and try to figure out what happened, but for now I'm just trying not to let it get me down too much. It's hard to see your baby cry and even harder when you just don't know why it's happening. I pray that Wednesday will be a smidgen better...for both of us.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Taking Applications for Hero Position: Apply Within
Well heckfire! I have this grand plan for this third birth. Due to my past birthing experiences, I decided that this time around I would try something completely different. For the first two births I went as far as I could with labor pain and pansied up eventually both times by opting for the epidural. Alex was, by far, my most difficult birth of the two. 30 hours of labor, a fourth degree tear, forcep assisted delivery, and an epidural that never really fully worked. The epidural took the edge off the pain, but by pushing time, I thought I'd die. I even passed out for a brief second. Abby was significantly less time for labor, but the anesthesiologist neglected to prewarn me to the ugly electrical zap you get when they get to your spine with the giant needle and whammo! I had a headache I thought would kill me due to a spinal wet tap. Not. Cool. I couldn't turn my head straight for 12 hours and then couldn't lift anything at all for ten days after that. So this time around, my grand plan involves sucking it up and huffing through the pain like they did back in the old days. Good ol' fashioned, bite on a stick, grin and bear it like your mama did kind of birth! Oh yeah!
The plan seemed fail proof because I had a hero to look up to. I was under the impression my mom went epidural free for three of four births. I've thought this...no wait. She led me to believe this by leaving out one minor detail. She got blasted epidurals on every one of us dang kids!! What the hanky spanky?!? How she never mentioned this to me is beyond my knowledge. Here I was, feeling all pathetic and weak because I was sure that my mom (the woman who I truly believe could have her arm hacked off horror movie style and still manage to kick the bad guys butt and stop for coffee on the way to the hospital afterwards) went and gave birth like a female commando on the battlefield. Yesterday, I was telling my dearest mother how I have zero clue how to breathe properly and do all those birthing techniques but that "Heck! It can't be so bad. I mean, you did it three times so I can do it once, right?" That's when she dropped the bomb on me. At my most fragile moment of preparing myself mentally for a natural birth, she said in a somewhat shyish voice, "I didn't go natural. I got the epidural on all four of you kids."
I peed myself slightly while my mouth was gaping in shock.
So here I sit. Hero-less, 10 weeks from giving birth, and newly terrified for the horrific pain and suffering I am about to impose on myself.
Crap.
I am still going to plan on the zero epidural technique as my doc says it might be for the best. I've had lots of doctors and dentists tell me that my nerve pattern is not "normal" which is why the epidurals don't work the way they are supposed to and why dentists can't numb my mouth properly. Plus, I'm not sure I can take the fear of what could go wrong with a third one. They say wet taps are very, very rare. So rare, in fact, that they were shocked that it happened to me at all. Go figure. So if you're an awesome hero woman who gave birth with zero pain meds, zero gas, and zero blocks...let me know. I'm looking for someone to fill the position of 'birthing idol'...and time is growing thin.
The plan seemed fail proof because I had a hero to look up to. I was under the impression my mom went epidural free for three of four births. I've thought this...no wait. She led me to believe this by leaving out one minor detail. She got blasted epidurals on every one of us dang kids!! What the hanky spanky?!? How she never mentioned this to me is beyond my knowledge. Here I was, feeling all pathetic and weak because I was sure that my mom (the woman who I truly believe could have her arm hacked off horror movie style and still manage to kick the bad guys butt and stop for coffee on the way to the hospital afterwards) went and gave birth like a female commando on the battlefield. Yesterday, I was telling my dearest mother how I have zero clue how to breathe properly and do all those birthing techniques but that "Heck! It can't be so bad. I mean, you did it three times so I can do it once, right?" That's when she dropped the bomb on me. At my most fragile moment of preparing myself mentally for a natural birth, she said in a somewhat shyish voice, "I didn't go natural. I got the epidural on all four of you kids."
I peed myself slightly while my mouth was gaping in shock.
So here I sit. Hero-less, 10 weeks from giving birth, and newly terrified for the horrific pain and suffering I am about to impose on myself.
Crap.
I am still going to plan on the zero epidural technique as my doc says it might be for the best. I've had lots of doctors and dentists tell me that my nerve pattern is not "normal" which is why the epidurals don't work the way they are supposed to and why dentists can't numb my mouth properly. Plus, I'm not sure I can take the fear of what could go wrong with a third one. They say wet taps are very, very rare. So rare, in fact, that they were shocked that it happened to me at all. Go figure. So if you're an awesome hero woman who gave birth with zero pain meds, zero gas, and zero blocks...let me know. I'm looking for someone to fill the position of 'birthing idol'...and time is growing thin.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Tidbits
11:00 A.M.
Since Alex's new found confidence, each day at 11:00 in the morning, I sit around and stare at the clock while keeping my phone in near reach. This is Alex's lunch time. From the time of 11:00 until noon, I sit around and bounce my knee nervously and count down the incredibly slow minutes of that nerve wracking hour. Kids eating lunch isn't a big deal for most parents. They don't even give it a second thought. But I have to and boy howdy! It sure slows time down when you worry for 60 straight minutes. I know I've said it a hundred times, but Alex is a good kid and smart as well. Even his teacher commented about how good he is with his food allergy stuff. But I tell you what. Sitting around for that hour is hard. I'm letting him grow his wings, but this mama bird is having a hard time letting him fly.
Glucose Fail - Fail - PASS!
At 28 weeks preggo, the big glucose screening test takes place at your doc. It's not a horrible test unless you dread getting your blood drawn. But it's a bit annoying as you can't eat a lick (literally) of sugar for at least 14 hours prior to the test and then you have to down some pretty potent sugary liquid, wait an hour, then get your blood taken. They are testing for gestational diabetes and I have zero risk factors and zero history of this problem. With Alex and Abby, I passed with no problems. With this wee one, I had an accident. I drank some of Abby's juice box one hour before the test. Oops! I'm a creature of habit and my test was later in the day. Plus I'm pregnant. Hello? I get hungry and eat what I see fit. So needless to say, I failed my test. When you fail, you have to take a three hour test where they take your blood four times over the course of the three hours. I told them about the juice accident and they had me retake the one hour test. I failed...barely. I was 143 and you have to be 140 to pass. Go figure. So one looooong fasting period later (more than eight hours w/o food while pregnant is horrible), four blood draws from the same tiny vein, and one nicked nerve later (ouch!), I was done with the test. 24 annoying long hours later I got a notice that I passed! Woo-hoo! I know I'm just selfish here, but giving up my mint chocolate chip ice cream craving was not something I looked forward to. I could do it. I just didn't want to. Our palette of food options are already limited in this house. I didn't feel like altering it more. I'm clear though. No diabetes for me!
Polar Opposite
Here's the deal with Abby being in preschool. It's completely different! Abby being food allergy free is a blessing. But it's a strange and unfamiliar world to walk through for me. Each day I dropped Alex off at preschool, I had to go downstairs, talk to the teacher about snack time and plan ahead nearly every food related situation there was. It wasn't exhausting or anything as it's just part of my normal life. But this time around with miss Abby is completely different. It's so strange dropping off a kid with no medicine bag or no strict food rules. She's still not exposed to tree nuts yet so I've requested that it be avoided, but other than that, she's just a normal kid at school like most others. On her first day, I asked her what she had for snack time and she said, "I had a big, big giant cookie with frosting and sprinkles!" They were Loft House cookies from Wal-Mart. I know these well and they are not milk-free. So it was strange to just smile and say "Yummy! That sounds good Abby!" She also downed some Hershey Kisses from the teacher on the way home. It's strange, but I'm getting used to her food freedom.
Since Alex's new found confidence, each day at 11:00 in the morning, I sit around and stare at the clock while keeping my phone in near reach. This is Alex's lunch time. From the time of 11:00 until noon, I sit around and bounce my knee nervously and count down the incredibly slow minutes of that nerve wracking hour. Kids eating lunch isn't a big deal for most parents. They don't even give it a second thought. But I have to and boy howdy! It sure slows time down when you worry for 60 straight minutes. I know I've said it a hundred times, but Alex is a good kid and smart as well. Even his teacher commented about how good he is with his food allergy stuff. But I tell you what. Sitting around for that hour is hard. I'm letting him grow his wings, but this mama bird is having a hard time letting him fly.
Glucose Fail - Fail - PASS!
At 28 weeks preggo, the big glucose screening test takes place at your doc. It's not a horrible test unless you dread getting your blood drawn. But it's a bit annoying as you can't eat a lick (literally) of sugar for at least 14 hours prior to the test and then you have to down some pretty potent sugary liquid, wait an hour, then get your blood taken. They are testing for gestational diabetes and I have zero risk factors and zero history of this problem. With Alex and Abby, I passed with no problems. With this wee one, I had an accident. I drank some of Abby's juice box one hour before the test. Oops! I'm a creature of habit and my test was later in the day. Plus I'm pregnant. Hello? I get hungry and eat what I see fit. So needless to say, I failed my test. When you fail, you have to take a three hour test where they take your blood four times over the course of the three hours. I told them about the juice accident and they had me retake the one hour test. I failed...barely. I was 143 and you have to be 140 to pass. Go figure. So one looooong fasting period later (more than eight hours w/o food while pregnant is horrible), four blood draws from the same tiny vein, and one nicked nerve later (ouch!), I was done with the test. 24 annoying long hours later I got a notice that I passed! Woo-hoo! I know I'm just selfish here, but giving up my mint chocolate chip ice cream craving was not something I looked forward to. I could do it. I just didn't want to. Our palette of food options are already limited in this house. I didn't feel like altering it more. I'm clear though. No diabetes for me!
Polar Opposite
Here's the deal with Abby being in preschool. It's completely different! Abby being food allergy free is a blessing. But it's a strange and unfamiliar world to walk through for me. Each day I dropped Alex off at preschool, I had to go downstairs, talk to the teacher about snack time and plan ahead nearly every food related situation there was. It wasn't exhausting or anything as it's just part of my normal life. But this time around with miss Abby is completely different. It's so strange dropping off a kid with no medicine bag or no strict food rules. She's still not exposed to tree nuts yet so I've requested that it be avoided, but other than that, she's just a normal kid at school like most others. On her first day, I asked her what she had for snack time and she said, "I had a big, big giant cookie with frosting and sprinkles!" They were Loft House cookies from Wal-Mart. I know these well and they are not milk-free. So it was strange to just smile and say "Yummy! That sounds good Abby!" She also downed some Hershey Kisses from the teacher on the way home. It's strange, but I'm getting used to her food freedom.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
Abby's First Day of School
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| Abby's first day of school. |
So on her first day, I tried my very best to not show my apprehension about the situation and hoped and prayed that her first day would be just wonderful. And blessed we were! Abby was a tad scared at first. She hovered by my leg for the first few minutes because there wasn't a single little girl there. The class has eight boys and three girls (or something like that). Once a little girl came and talked to her, she started to step further away from me. She gave me a big hug and kiss and whispered in my ear about how the little girl wasn't the one she remembered from the "first night". By 'first night', she means open house. But once her new little buddy, Lilly, walked in, she started to smile just a little. One more big hug and kiss and one reassuring moment of how long it would be before I was back to pick her up, and she went her own way. No tears!! Yay for Abby!! Turns out that she did wonderful. Her teacher said that she did amazing on the project for the day and commented how detailed she was in her work. She also said that she already made fast friends with the other girls in the class and did just great. I couldn't have been more proud of my little girl. She surprised everyone and is really excited about going back again. As for me, I shed a little tear while leaving up those stairs and smiled. My baby girl is growing up. Good job, miss Abby! I'm so proud of you!
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Confidence
When Alex started school, I fulled expected to be eating lunch with him everyday for a few months. He was very nervous about the whole ordeal. As was I. I started off sitting with him at the table for the first few days. Then it came to my observation that the three meager tables they sit all of those kindergartners at were filling up so fast that I shouldn't be taking up a whole space and a half with my ever growing body. (Thank you pregnancy weight.) With Abby with me as well, it was better for the whole situation if I just stood or kneeled next to the table. And believe me when I say that kneeling on the cold cafeteria floor for 20 minutes while preggo is a no go. Uncomfortable at best. So slowly over the past three weeks, I've been just standing further and further away from the table so that now all I really do is just lean up against the wall and stare mindlessly off into the distance while Alex and Abby dine away. Alex kept asking me to come because he wasn't comfortable eating without me. When ever I was late, he wouldn't eat until I got there and you could
visibly see his knees bouncing up and down in a nervous way until I
appeared. I promised him I'm come until he told me he didn't want me there anymore.
Yesterday I had to go to the preggo doctor for a retake of my glucose tolerance test (that's for a whole other post unfortunately). I told him all weekend that I might not make it to lunch and he was fairly nervous about it but he was doing well by the time I dropped him off in the morning. I booked it from the doc and made it home in due time to eat lunch with him. Turns out that my desperate attempt to rush around like a crazy lady was all for naught. As I got there, the kid was sitting in his end table spot eating away with a grin from ear to ear with the rest of the cold lunch kids. When I saw him sitting there confident and happy, I quickly debated whether or not to go all ninja and disappear before he saw me, but alas! My ninja skills were not well honed. (Probably has something to do with my oversized body. Have you ever seen a giant pregnant lady sprint? Not cool.) He spotted me and started waving and yelling, "There's my mom! HI MOM!!" I walked over to him and he proceeded to tell me that he didn't think I would come. What I mistook as relief was actually a sense of comfort. He looked up at me and said, "Mom, I don't think you need to eat lunch with me anymore. I can do this by myself now." As a matter of fact, halfway through eating he looked at me and said, "Mom, you can go ahead and leave now. I'll see you after school."
*sniff, sniff*
Yep. Three weeks into school and ol' mom is no longer a necessity at lunch. So I asked him if he was sure and he explained to me that he'd rather sit with his friends now and that he knows he can do this without me and be safe. He said he knows the rules about food then quickly spouted them all to me. I asked him to tell me all the food rules this morning again just to be sure and he spouted them again, but this time with a subtle eye roll at the end and said, "Yeah, yeah. I got it mom."
*sniff, sniff*
Yep. So only three weeks in and Alex has his confidence. Don't get me wrong. This was my original goal. But when he told me all along that he would maybe be okay eating after he turns six years old, I was all set on my daily schedule of meeting him for lunch. I'm proud of the little dude. He's had to carry this burden of allergies with him for all his life and has done so well dealing with the added stress of it. Some days are worse than others for him if he gets left out of special things. But he does great and I'm blessed to have such a strong little boy. Of course when lunch time hits I'll be biting my nails until they bleed today, but I'll keep trucking. I have other things to be concerned about today. It's Abby's first day of pre-school. *gulp* To be continued I suppose...
Yesterday I had to go to the preggo doctor for a retake of my glucose tolerance test (that's for a whole other post unfortunately). I told him all weekend that I might not make it to lunch and he was fairly nervous about it but he was doing well by the time I dropped him off in the morning. I booked it from the doc and made it home in due time to eat lunch with him. Turns out that my desperate attempt to rush around like a crazy lady was all for naught. As I got there, the kid was sitting in his end table spot eating away with a grin from ear to ear with the rest of the cold lunch kids. When I saw him sitting there confident and happy, I quickly debated whether or not to go all ninja and disappear before he saw me, but alas! My ninja skills were not well honed. (Probably has something to do with my oversized body. Have you ever seen a giant pregnant lady sprint? Not cool.) He spotted me and started waving and yelling, "There's my mom! HI MOM!!" I walked over to him and he proceeded to tell me that he didn't think I would come. What I mistook as relief was actually a sense of comfort. He looked up at me and said, "Mom, I don't think you need to eat lunch with me anymore. I can do this by myself now." As a matter of fact, halfway through eating he looked at me and said, "Mom, you can go ahead and leave now. I'll see you after school."
*sniff, sniff*
Yep. Three weeks into school and ol' mom is no longer a necessity at lunch. So I asked him if he was sure and he explained to me that he'd rather sit with his friends now and that he knows he can do this without me and be safe. He said he knows the rules about food then quickly spouted them all to me. I asked him to tell me all the food rules this morning again just to be sure and he spouted them again, but this time with a subtle eye roll at the end and said, "Yeah, yeah. I got it mom."
*sniff, sniff*
Yep. So only three weeks in and Alex has his confidence. Don't get me wrong. This was my original goal. But when he told me all along that he would maybe be okay eating after he turns six years old, I was all set on my daily schedule of meeting him for lunch. I'm proud of the little dude. He's had to carry this burden of allergies with him for all his life and has done so well dealing with the added stress of it. Some days are worse than others for him if he gets left out of special things. But he does great and I'm blessed to have such a strong little boy. Of course when lunch time hits I'll be biting my nails until they bleed today, but I'll keep trucking. I have other things to be concerned about today. It's Abby's first day of pre-school. *gulp* To be continued I suppose...
Monday, September 3, 2012
Live & Laugh...& Get Muddy
A little mud can go along way when you're a kid. Heck. I played in it.
You played in it. We all played in it at one time or another. It's
sloppy. It's messy. It's dirty. It's downright fun. My two little bored
kids were already a mess so I suggested that they go play in the mud. It
took them about 1.2 seconds to comply and about 6 seconds after that to
get covered. I don't think I've smiled this much in awhile.Gotta love
that mud!
Thursday, August 30, 2012
A Peanutty Follow-up
I'm excited to say that the peanut challenge went well! Well, perhaps the actual challenge itself was not good, but I'll explain. Abby started the appointment off with a brave face and slapped some good ol' fashioned peanut-butter on her skin with zero reaction. Then it was off to Alex's skin/contact challenge. As I've said before, you can't teach a kid for almost 6 years to never touch or eat something and then expect him to just slap some on his skin willy-nilly. It didn't go so well for the little guy. He was terrified beyond measure and hid in the back corner of the office with tears free flowing. I couldn't blame him. It broke my heart to see him like that (as always). So we switched gears and gave Abby her oral challenge. Two doses and half an hour later, she didn't have any reactions. So Abby was given the all clear for allergy to peanuts (which I was warned could always change no matter how old you get. Nice, huh?).
Back to Alex. In order to determine his safety at school, we really needed to find out if he has a contact allergy on top of his ingested allergy. With all those peanut-buttery covered hands and faces at lunch, it's possible that one kid might touch him and then BOOM! Allergic reaction follows. I've gone 6 years without using the Epi-pen. I'd like to keep a flawless record. So alas! It came down once again to another round of mama trickery. During an exceptionally hard crying spell, I told him to just give mama a big hug and proceeded to tell him that if he didn't calm down, he was going to give himself an asthma attack. Trust me, it's happened before so it wasn't all just part of the deception. I lifted the back of his shirt up and told him the nurse wanted to watch his breathing for a few minutes and he gratefully put his head on my shoulder and calmed down. The nurse told him that she needed to wipe down his back because it had some 'dirt' on it and then used a wet-wipe with peanut-butter on it to wipe a good-sized area with the potential toxin. Alex is no dummy and instantly went rigid to see what she was 'putting on him'. We told him nothing (mom guilt, mom guilt, mom guilt) and then I got him laughing with lots of mom kisses on the cheek and ear.
Well, I'm blessed to say that nothing happened. No hives. No itching. No swelling. No asthma. Seven minutes with it on his skin and the nurse wiped it off and gave him the all clear for a contact allergy. Turns out that she said food contact allergies are fairly rare and she's only ever heard of two in all her years. So we fessed up. We told Alex the truth about what we did and his eyes were about the size of dessert plates! He smiled and said, "I did it? I'm ok? I'm all done?" I told him that he was safe if someone accidentally touches him and that all he has to do is make sure to get an adult to wash it off for him then go about his day safe and sound. He still has to be extremely careful because if it gets on his hands and he puts his hands on his face or in his mouth, it's very dangerous. But he understands the best a kid his age can and he's doing well.
I am relieved to have some good news for once from one of these blasted life-burdening allergy tests. Usually I walk out of these appointments with a heavy heart and a sad little boy. I still had to deal with the tears and fears, but at least we know a little more about his reactivity to his food allergens. It was a crazy day and I'm glad it's behind us. I'm ever thankful to God these days for Abby's lack of allergies and for the relief from some good news for Alex. We did discover one small thing. Alex was claiming to be 'itchy' before the peanut-butter was even opened from the sheer fear itself. So the doc has said it's about time we did a double-blind milk challenge. There is a chance that Alex is causing a false positive allergic reaction to milk (as his numbers indicate he should be outgrowing it someday). I guess you can give yourself hives and the whole gig with mind-numbing fear. I believe it, but I've seen him start drooling, itching and wheezing after milk. I've also seen the swelling in his throat. So I told the doc we'd deal with that next summer as opposed to dropping more stress on the kiddo's shoulders during school. The doc agrees full-heartedly. What a crazy day! But as always, God is good! Amen!
Back to Alex. In order to determine his safety at school, we really needed to find out if he has a contact allergy on top of his ingested allergy. With all those peanut-buttery covered hands and faces at lunch, it's possible that one kid might touch him and then BOOM! Allergic reaction follows. I've gone 6 years without using the Epi-pen. I'd like to keep a flawless record. So alas! It came down once again to another round of mama trickery. During an exceptionally hard crying spell, I told him to just give mama a big hug and proceeded to tell him that if he didn't calm down, he was going to give himself an asthma attack. Trust me, it's happened before so it wasn't all just part of the deception. I lifted the back of his shirt up and told him the nurse wanted to watch his breathing for a few minutes and he gratefully put his head on my shoulder and calmed down. The nurse told him that she needed to wipe down his back because it had some 'dirt' on it and then used a wet-wipe with peanut-butter on it to wipe a good-sized area with the potential toxin. Alex is no dummy and instantly went rigid to see what she was 'putting on him'. We told him nothing (mom guilt, mom guilt, mom guilt) and then I got him laughing with lots of mom kisses on the cheek and ear.
Well, I'm blessed to say that nothing happened. No hives. No itching. No swelling. No asthma. Seven minutes with it on his skin and the nurse wiped it off and gave him the all clear for a contact allergy. Turns out that she said food contact allergies are fairly rare and she's only ever heard of two in all her years. So we fessed up. We told Alex the truth about what we did and his eyes were about the size of dessert plates! He smiled and said, "I did it? I'm ok? I'm all done?" I told him that he was safe if someone accidentally touches him and that all he has to do is make sure to get an adult to wash it off for him then go about his day safe and sound. He still has to be extremely careful because if it gets on his hands and he puts his hands on his face or in his mouth, it's very dangerous. But he understands the best a kid his age can and he's doing well.
I am relieved to have some good news for once from one of these blasted life-burdening allergy tests. Usually I walk out of these appointments with a heavy heart and a sad little boy. I still had to deal with the tears and fears, but at least we know a little more about his reactivity to his food allergens. It was a crazy day and I'm glad it's behind us. I'm ever thankful to God these days for Abby's lack of allergies and for the relief from some good news for Alex. We did discover one small thing. Alex was claiming to be 'itchy' before the peanut-butter was even opened from the sheer fear itself. So the doc has said it's about time we did a double-blind milk challenge. There is a chance that Alex is causing a false positive allergic reaction to milk (as his numbers indicate he should be outgrowing it someday). I guess you can give yourself hives and the whole gig with mind-numbing fear. I believe it, but I've seen him start drooling, itching and wheezing after milk. I've also seen the swelling in his throat. So I told the doc we'd deal with that next summer as opposed to dropping more stress on the kiddo's shoulders during school. The doc agrees full-heartedly. What a crazy day! But as always, God is good! Amen!
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