I’ve always snickered at those moms who wait in their cars with their kids at the bus stop just because it’s sprinkling out. My husband and I are firm believers that umbrellas were made for a reason. Then there’s those moms that coat their children in Purell before letting them play at the playground. It’s usually my kid that is the one sitting in the sandbox dumping sand in her hair while other moms whisper about her and her horrible mother.
Yes, I have three children – and we all know that by the third, you tend to fret and fuss less over things and things that you might have done with the first, like actually boil binkies in water before their first use, you laugh at by the third. For example, in my house all food now has an automatic 15-second rule . With each kid, I’ve added 5 seconds. My kids. My rules.
But truthfully even with my first I was pretty laid back. I remember registering when I was pregnant with my first and thinking WHO actually buys a wipee warmer??? You mean to tell me a child’s ass is too precious to be wiped with – dare I suggest – a room temperature wippee? I’m not going on another rant about the ridiculous items that have come on the market recently for babies. I already did that once. I’m talking about those ‘precious’ kids that if it were up to their parents, would be bubble wrapped before leaving the house each morning. The ones who at age 3 are still sitting in a shopping carriage with a giant fabric shield to prevent them from having any contact with germs. The ones that are allergic to everything so they bring their own special snacks to playdates because they’re “deathly” allergic to peanuts.
Except, with a cruel twist of irony, mine is now one of them.
Yep. Allergy testing confirmed it this week, following an episode where his eyes blew up to the size of lemons, he was covered in itchy hives and his mouth “felt funny” after eating cheese crackers that “may contain trace amounts of peanut.” Thinking back, Jake never liked the smell of peanut butter so he never ate it. And on the one or two occasions he had chocolate with peanut butter in the past year or so he did get itchy. So I’d give him a little Benadryl and off he went. But with this last reaction we realized it’s time to get serious and have him tested. Sure enough – he’s highly allergic.
And not just to peanuts, but also to walnuts pistachios, almonds, cashews, dogs, cats, dust mites, oak, mold, mildew and pollen.