I finally took the plunge and had allergy skin tests performed on Cooper last week. It was awful.
I had to hold my baby down while they poked him in the back with needles 22 times.
He kicked, he cried, he screamed “Please stop!” I tried really hard not to do the same. It was heart-wrenching.
Then I had to keep him from itching his back as welts started appearing almost immediately.
On a scale of one to five, he scored a four on peanuts, walnuts, eggs, shellfish, cats, dogs, dust mites and mold. He also had significant reactions to sesame and a few other things.
They made me watch a video on dust mites. I came home and, feeling like the worst mother in the world, stripped the kids’ bedroom of every sheet, blanket, and curtain and washed them all, vacuuming and cleaning as best as I could. They also sent me home with inhalers, and other asthma medication, as it’s presumed that he may have asthma as well.
I suppose the best thing out of all of this, is that now we know. Not having any family history as a guide, I never knew if there was a higher risk with any of the more common allergens.
We are now in a period of adjustment. This week has been completely overwhelming for me, and every little thing seems to send me into a tailspin. My body is reacting to the stress worse than it ever has. On top of all of the allergy testing, we were down to one car this week and had a huge repair bill we had to take care of, plus added stress at work and numerous other incidentals.
I guess I’m angry. I’m angry that I had to subject my son to such painful testing. I’m angry that I have no family history to fall back on. I’m angry that I never took his “dislike” or certain foods seriously. I’m angry that we are now having to change our lifestyles to accommodate all of these allergies. I’m angry that he will now be labeled as “that kid” in his class.
We went to a party today and the host had made cake pops for the kids to eat instead of having a large cake. Cooper chose one and started to eat it. After a minute he came back to me and said, “Mommy, I don’t like peanut butter.” His mouth started to hurt and his throat was itchy, but thankfully, a little Benadryl got him feeling better. I assumed the host knew and I hadn’t even thought to ask what was in them. I’m angry at myself for that too.
Like I said, we are in a period of adjustment, but I’m faithful that God is walking beside, holding my hand and wiping my tears. The cake pop incident was a wake up call for me, and I know now that I have to be on top of my game all of the time.