It has been 2 years since we learned of our daughters' peanut allergy. People are always asking if we found out the hard way or the easy way. At first I didn't understand the question, but I always replied the hard way. I couldn't think of what we went through as easy.
Every allergy parents has the 'How We Found Out' story, and we all have prepared different versions of it for different people. You have the super short story for those people who ask but really don't want to know every sorted detail. Then there is the 10 minute story for those who ask for a little more information. Then there is the real story for the rare person who is truly engaged and asking questions. This is our real story.
I will never forget that Saturday in May. My husband was shopping for a new trailer and since it was on the way I wanted to stop off at this scrapbooking store I had been wanting to check out for years. With a new baby girl I had been doing a lot of scrapbooking, and was looking for some fresh ideas.
While at the scrapbook store chatting with the owner, she asked if our daughter could have a cookie. "It's Peanut Butter." Those three words have haunted me for years.
I knew she was under one year old and it was not recommended to have peanut butter before one year of age, but it was only a couple of weeks away and I figured what could be the harm.
I was shocked when she ate the entire cookie. This was a picky eating 11 month old who rarely finished anything. We finished our shopping and headed on to see the trailer my husband wanted. On the way home our daughter became fussy and since it was about nap time I handed her a milk, which she drank and fell asleep. The ride home was about an hour.
When we arrived home it had been nearly an hour and a half since she ate the cookie. My husband took her to her room to change her diaper, while I unloaded my items for the car. I can still hear his voice in my head calling from our daughters' room. "I think she has chickenpox!"
I dropped what I was doing and ran into her room. He pulled her shirt up so I could see. I knew the second I saw the hives just what they were. I told him, "That's not chickenpox, she's having an allergic reaction to '
that cookie'." I can't explain how I knew but I just knew.
I would like to think it was my experience at the predications office, or years working in daycare, or the fact that the bumps all over her body looked nothing like chickenpox, which I had done a paper on in college. But it was really more of a 'Gut Mom' reaction.
I told my husband to dress her and get her back into the car we needed to get her to the ER. As we drove down the road I looked back at her and her eyelids had begun to swell. I tried to control the pounding panic in my chest as ever time I looked back at her more of her eyes vanished under ever swelling lids.
At the time I thought that was the start of our allergy journey, but looking back there were so many signs of a food allergy it should have been oh so obvious.
I know some newborns have terrible baby acne, even I did in several pictures from when I was about a week old, but hers lasted for a month. And even afterwards she had redness, dry patches, pimples, and at times blisters and hives. If I had only known then that food allergies were related to skin problems I would have been more insistent on finding the cause of her skin issues.
Our doctor, who I love, tried to help with her skin issues, but it was hard to get them to flare up when you needed them to. When she started asking about soaps and lotions, we made the decision to become, die free, fragrance free, and what ever else free we could get. Medicated creams helped but nothing really made it go away. I thought she was going to spend her life with extremely sensitive skin.
Then there was the day I was nursing her after having to take a sinus pill. I had gotten a sinus infection and the doctor insisted it was ok for me to take my over the counter sinus pills and still nurse my daughter. She had her usual red bumps around her mouth and cheeks, but after she nursed she started to clear up. I knew at that moment that the pill I took was blocking something in her system from reacting as a red bumpy rash, but I had no idea what. We didn't know if it was environmental or introduced, but food was not high on my radar.
Once she ate that cookie it put all the pieces together for me. The red rashes, the bumps, the skin problems, the reaction to antihistamines, suddenly they all made sense, and I was terrified.
Before we left the house I tried to call our pediatric after hours number but only received an automated message telling us to dial 911 or go to the nearest emergency room. Once on the road I called the hospitals scheduling line which is answered by the emergency room after hours and on weekends.
I informed the nurse that I had an eleven month old who was having an allergic reaction to peanut butter. To which she asked if the child was having trouble breathing? I said no, not that I could tell. She then informed me that I didn't need to bring her in until she was having breathing troubles.
I knew that I didn't know anything about how food allergies really worked at that moment, but waiting for her to have breathing problems didn't seem like a good idea to me. I informed her that we lived over 45 minutes away. To which she paused and then told me that maybe you should bring her in.
I only wish I would have known better and I would have reported her, to the hospital.
When we arrived at the ER there was no one else there. I walked right up to the window and said I called about the 11 month old having an allergic reaction. She handed me a sheet of paper and asked me to fill it out. It was an abrivated patient information form. They wanted her name, age, primary care doctor and reason for coming in. I scribbled out the information and passed the paper back. Just then the side door opened and we were escorted back to an exam room.
The rest of the visit was such a blur, I've had to refer back to the hospital notes to know what actually happened. It all seemed to happen at once, and not fast enough.
We walked into the ER at 5:21 pm and we're triaged at 5:33 pm. She had hives, itching, skin rash, redness, and swelling involving her entire body. She was listed as not being in acute distress.
The emergency room doctor prescribed Benadryl and Prelone Ten which were both given at 5:46 pm. He told us that he did not want to give her ephedrine because she was so young.
We were then release at 6:30 PM after showing no respiratory destress and the rash was diminished. The Doctor instructed us to give her Benadryl once a day for five days and follow-up with our primary care doctor in one day. So we were in and out of the ER in an hour.
We saw her primary care doctor on that Monday afternoon. I was so happy when we were taken into the room and we had a different nurse. Our usual nurse was pushy and made her opinions known, such as with breastfeeding, she had told me I wasn't trying hard enough. That afternoon we had a young nurse I had not meet before. She was warm and kind and wanted to hear our whole story and there was no judgment on the fact that I gave my daughter a cookie. When the doctor came in she asked us to repeat the story. She believed it was most likely the peanut butter, but she wanted us to see a specialist to be sure it wasn't anything else in the cookie. She prescribed her an Epi-pen and Benadryl.
At the pharmacy we picked up our Benadryl and we were given two Epi-pens, that were only good for 6 months. Had I know that they were supposed to be good for a year I would have refused them.
When we arrived home I read through all the Epi-pen literature and checked out there website. I also checked our insurances website to find out what allergist we were most likely going to be referred to.
Before we ever saw the allergist, they called to confirm the appointment. I was referred to their webpage to print out their new patient allergy history form, to complete before we came in. When we saw the allergist just short of two weeks after the cookie incident. Once we went over her medical history the doctor said it sounded as if she also has seasonal allergies, which both my husband and I suffer from.
The nurse came in to preform the scratch test for peanuts on her back. She made four little marks on our daughters' back, two controls and two tests. She was reacting as the nurse was setting the timer, and we had a positive result before she had walked out of the room. The doctor came back in after several minutes and looked at the timer and our daughter. She called the test. We were positive for peanuts. We were given stacks of papers to read, told to avoid all nuts, and nut products and instructed to bring her back before she started school to have her retested, as long as our primary didn't mind given her a new epi every year.
When the Doctor asked if we had any questions only one floated to the top. "Everyone has been asking if she will grow out of this, is there a possibility?" She looked me in the eyes and said, "If it had been anything else I would have told you there is a possibility, but with peanuts it's really rare and with as positive as her reaction was I just don't want you to get your hopes up."