I’m sitting here with kidlet watching Kipper. We’re having a quiet day. It’s raining cats and dogs outside, and we just got back from the doctor, so I think some lazy tv time is alright for the afternoon.
Last week I alluded to the medical crap we’re trying to sort out, and I swear, like all good mysteries, shit just gets more complicated.
At kidlet’s 24 month well-child exam we talked with his doctor about our pretty clear suspicion that kidlet has an egg allergy (he eats a bite of egg – he throws up, or gets hives. Doc agreed, egg allergy it is!), and we left the appointment with this handy little epi pen.
He also had blood drawn to test for Celiac disease. O has been off the weight chart for over a year, and always seems to have a little diarrhea. So anyway, we’ve talked about Celiac with his doctor before and just decided to get the test out of the way. It was negative. So this is good news, because the more I read up on egg allergies, and after the week we’ve had, I can’t handle any more super complicated dietary things.
We know that if O eats an egg cooked on the stove top he reacts. But a few weeks ago he ate a cookie, fresh out of the oven, and not 15 minutes later threw up. (Of course he was in his car seat, and it was 8:30 at night.) Then this weekend we went to eat at our regular Saturday morning breakfast place, where he ate the same thing he eats every weekend, and he threw up. And then again on Sunday morning, eating at home, he threw up.
This throws me into a cross-contamination, and foods cooked with egg tailspin. Did O’s bagel touch the egg sandwich that was on the tray? Did we have egg on our hands, and then break up some pieces of lox for him? And on Sunday I made a scrambled egg burrito. He touched my burrito before I could stop him, but I immediately washed his hands with soap and water. Was I not careful enough? Is this not even related to eggs? Does he have some kind of weird virus?
And then when I picked him up from daycare yesterday, this:
Oh, swell. A rash. A rash covering his chest, his back, his butt, his genitals, creeping up his neck, lightly covering his cheeks, and moderately on his arms and legs.
I hoped the rash would go away overnight, but it didn’t. So I took him to the doctor this morning who told me essentially what I expected to hear, “Well, it could be allergic, or it could be viral.” I wasn’t really expecting an answer, though I always hope someone will say, “YES! This is it. Do this and everything will be okay.”
He’s fine. Really. In fact he’s awesome. He handles the barfing like a champ, and once it’s over, it’s over. There’s no lasting symptoms. BUT, I’m completely paranoid about eating anything now. I’m paranoid about keeping eggs in our refrigerator, I’m paranoid to take him out to eat. I’m obsessively reading the labels for everything I feed him, even for stuff I’ve fed him a hundred times before.
He’s got an appointment with an allergist next week. I’m not sure what I expect to come of it. He’ll be tested for an egg allergy, and I’ll be surprised if it doesn’t come back positive. Maybe he’ll be tested for some other stuff, too. And then we’ll figure out how to keep him safe. Because I’m scared to death that instead of vomiting one time, he’s going to have a reaction that compromises his breathing and I’ll have to use the EpiPen. Which I will, of course, do in a heartbeat, but really would prefer to never have to make that call.
Also? He’s started calling me Mom. Like, “Mooooommm, where are you?” CRACKS.ME.UP.