I remember it like it was yesterday…the call. The call reveling the results of Wyatt’s blood allergy test. I was driving down a long street covered with tall green trees and kids crossing the road laughing and smiling. The sun was shining and life was good. I missed a call from my pediatricians office so I listened to the voice mail. I could immediately feel the worry and sympathy in her voice, “he was positive for gluten, dairy, egg whites, peanuts and sesame seeds, you need to see a specialist.” I immediately pushed the big red end button and started balling. I remember immediately calling Tanner and just crying. I don’t even know if I made out any words. But like the amazing husband he is, he just listened to me. Then he reassured me that it will be ok and we can do this together. Boy am I glad to have my husband that I can lean on when I become that crazy pants hormone lady that I become 9 times out of 10. I felt like my life was over. Now I know food allergies are nowhere near things like cancer, leukemia and more serious illnesses but to me on that day I felt helpless. My poor baby is all I could think. I kept thinking in my mind what am I going to feed him? Will he grow out of it? What will his life be like? Will he ever be able to go get ice cream with his dad? How come I didn’t find out sooner? I am a bad mom. He has been suffering this whole time. What took me so long to push to get him tested? He had all the signs…. eczema, hives, wheezing, digestion problems. Was I blind?
To be continued….