Two words that have come to my mind lately. The first a lot
stronger.
Roughly 80% or more of my “mommy worry” is connected to food
allergies. What can Maya have for dinner?
Lunch? Breakfast? Will we EVER be able to eat out as a family? Why is she coughing, sneezing, breaking out in hives? How many more
times do I have to watch her disappointed face look at her friends devouring
princess cupcakes at a birthday party? How can I ever send her to school? What
if Griffin has food allergies? How can I prevent them? Can I prevent them? What
if she never outgrows it? What if the epi-pen isn't available? What if she trusts someone giving her food that puts her life in danger? What if...
Several things have occurred in the last 2 weeks that crushed
my confidence of living a food allergy life and instilled in me a fear and
unpleasantness that has consumed me.
1.We found a gelato place where they serve
homemade sorbet here in Mesa. The very friendly, Italian owner assured us that
his ingredients were the finest and not a drop of any kind of dairy was ever
found in his luscious recipe. We had taken Maya there once before, where she gobbled
up an entire cone with a generous scoop of strawberry sorbet on top.
Afterwards, she complained of a tummy ache, which makes my heart drop to my
feet (especially after watching her eat something new), but we resolved that it
was just from eating so much so fast. My parents were recently in town
visiting, and we thought it would be fun to go out for gelato/sorbet again. I
was diligent in only ordering Maya a small cupful of lemon sorbet, which I
insisted she share with me. We sat down at a table and I hurriedly scooped as
much of the sorbet in my mouth, so as to not give her too much. As I watched
her eat, I was scrutinizing every movement she made, every swallow, grimace,
every breath. She made some comments
about her mouth. Was her tongue swelling?
Was it just because it felt cold? What if some of the sorbet had been scooped
by a gelato scooper? That heart rush feeling again. She said she needed
water. She had eaten here before. She is
fine. Then why do I have this feeling? I took her to the bathroom to wash
her sticky hands and then to the car for some water, as the rest of my family
enjoyed their gelato. Still complaining about her tummy ache, I came to the
realization that this was just not worth it. I definitely did NOT enjoy myself
going out for sorbet. I don’t think she was any more excited about it than when
we give her some in the safety of our own home. It just wasn’t worth it. Who
cares about going out and buying sorbet? The truth is that I did. I wanted more
than anything to be able to treat my daughter, take her out and have her enjoy
herself just as she sees countless other kids doing in restaurants, etc. Because it seems that we always want most what we can't have. But on
that drive home I concluded that we really didn’t need to go there again. The
fun outing of buying sorbet was completely masked with that looming fear and
agonizing over whether or not she was having a reaction. From now on I would
just make her a sorbet cone at home, done!
2. We went to Target. Finn sat in his car seat in
the cart, where Maya usually sits. It was late, so Maya wanted to sit in the
big part of the cart. Okay, fine. Thirty minutes finding what we needed and
headed to the cashier. Maya wanted to walk now. Brett’s face twisted as he
pointed to her arm and told me to look. On her forearm were hives unlike any I
have ever seen, spreading together into one big, massive welt. I knew right
away it was from milk. The only thing to do was to wash her skin. I took her to
the bathroom only to find the same thing on the backs of her thighs. That heart
rush feeling again. I received some awkward and curious looks as I scrubbed her
skin with soapy water and felt sorry for Maya having such a crazy mother. She
needed a bath and Benadryl. The tricky part is trying not to overreact as she
is watching our every move. She follows our lead, and I don’t want her growing
up paranoid, but how can I avoid that? No more sitting in the backs of those
cheap plastic carts at Target. I can handle that.
3. The Monday after the Target incident, we went to
Gymnastics class. FUN! There was a spot open for the class following Maya’s
class, so we opted to stay a second hour. I took her to the bathroom for a
potty break in between classes and noticed the same kinds of hives on her legs
that I had seen at Target, only not as many. Sigh. Really? At gymnastics? What could she have possible come in contact
with? Do they ever wash the mats? Not again. So I washed her legs really
well with soapy water and decided if they didn’t start minimizing, then I would
take her home. They did, and we stayed. But seriously, at gymnastics?
4. The same Monday after the gymnastics fiasco,
Maya’s good friend Avery turned 4. We went to her party, where I knew there
would be cupcakes that were not allergy free. I talked to Maya about it, and
she seemed fine and content to bring along an egg full of jelly beans and
marshmallows instead. Okay, good. At the party, it was time for the singing and
blowing out of candles. The girls gathered around the table with big eyes as
Avery’s mom brought out close to 50 beautiful purple and blue Rapunzel
cupcakes. My heart sank. It just HAD to
be Rapunzel, Maya’s hero. I looked at Maya and she was a good sport, singing
and clapping and smiling. When it came time to actually EAT the cupcakes Maya
stood still, silently watching. I mean she was watching every last bite, and I
literally had to hold back the tears. She was so sweet and so loving and it
just wasn’t fair. Why did she constantly
have to be singled out? I pulled it together and noticed that on top of the
cupcakes were rings with Rapunzel’s face on them. Perfect! I took a few off and
washed them. I showed the rings to Maya, and her face lit up. She looked at me
and said, “For me?” It was heart wrenching. Awesome. The cupcakes were gone,
and she was happy. But how many more
birthday parties will be like this one?
These four events obviously left
me feeling extremely discouraged and lost. I write about them to remember and learn from the experiences I've had. I hate the fact that Maya is always
singled out. Whether at birthday parties, restaurants, in primary, at the park,
at Costco with free samples, the list goes on. But it’s what we have to deal
with. Honestly I think she’s fine most of the time and not even bothered by any
of it. But it’s those big brown eyes that affect me as she looks at other kids
enjoying what she may never be able to. Like
all parents, I just want her to be happy and healthy.
In contrast to the dispirited
feeling I have had, I am forcing myself to look outward to the positive things
that have happened recently in spite of food allergies. In no particular order:
1. Awareness of the AFAA. They have such a strong
community here in Phoenix and support for those living with food allergies. A
lot of activities, camps and play dates all year.
2. AFAA Easter Egg Hunt. There were hundreds of
eggs filled with non-food items and toys. Maya had her face painted and met the
Easter Bunny. It was so much fun and
there was no worry of disappointment from filtering through her candy and
tossing out what was bad for her.
3. Maya is outgrowing her peanut allergy. This news
was huge and so encouraging.
4. Amazing primary teachers who go out of their way
to bring allergy free snacks for the whole class. It is so much better when Maya
knows that she is eating what everyone else is eating, rather than being
singled out eating the ‘not so fun’ snacks.
5. Maya was able to run the bases after the Cubs and Dodgers spring training game. She was ecstatic. I love to see her so happy and want to hold on to that happiness forever.
6. I found amazing soy nut butter from Whole Foods. It really does taste like peanut butter. And it was cheap!
I’m trying my best to focus on the positive things and
realize that there are many ups and downs. The last few weeks just happened to be a long series of downs. And if Griffin also has food allergies, then we will deal with that when the times comes.
Here’s to a whole lot of ups!
