This morning was a rough one. My oldest son has allergies, some more severe than others and the list grew today. I don’t usually write about his allergies on here because A) I feel like it’s not really my story to tell and B) it just feels a little too personal/scary. So I might delete this but for now I’m going to process with you as my support. How’s that for needy blogging?
This is the first allergist appointment my husband has missed in the 5 years since we’ve been going. He just couldn’t make it. I packed 3 bags of snacks, books, toys and tricks in preparation for what is always a long appointment. Both boys did an amazing job of holding it together through all the shuffling from one room to the other and the waiting. My usually calm and reasonable child was panicky and freaked though when it came time to do the skin test. I’ve had it done but it was a long time ago and I don’t remember it but judging from his reaction I know that it is painful and scary for him. 4 panels of allergens, covering his whole little back, were pressed into his skin while he sat on my lap pleading for them not to do it. It was heart breaking. I am not usually a reward type mom but I was offering up everything but a pony (mostly because I was affraid he’d be allergic to it). Then we had to wait 15 minutes for the reactions to really kick in. Not fun. Thank god for the television in the separate waiting room because it kept my little guy happy (along with the lollipop and stickers) while I fanned my big guy’s back and tried to keep him focused on anything other than the growing angry welts.
The results were a bummer. More allergies, both food and enviromental. More daily strategies to combat the asthma that comes as a a result of the allergies. And mostly, more to worry about. I always feel compelled to say that I know there are MUCH worse things that could befall my child other than allergies. I know it. He’s a healthy child who has asthma and allergies. I got it. He’s also my kid and I worry about him.
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I actually feel better now. I just had a total momma bear moment. I left the computer and got pissy on someone for smoking on the stoop. Retracting claws. Our new neighbors below us are very nice etc. but her brother is visiting, an extended visit. He’s also very nice etc. but he smokes. He smokes out front and it bugs me but today he was smoking on the porch. Makes sense since it’s pouring but it was wafting up into our apartment and it was too much for me at this moment, today. I just went back down and did a follow up, “Sorry if I snapped at you.” kind of thing. But I have to say, it felt good to DO SOMETHING. Even if it was yell at some guy standing on the porch trying to stay dry.
So maybe it wasn’t a hug I needed after all!