There is something to be said for mother’s intuition. I’ve always heard, “as a mama, you’ll know when something’s not right.”
I’ve always thought something wasn’t quite right with Adam. I’ve asked several doctors,
“He has these weird skin reactions to vinegar, to coconut oil in lotions, to dog spit. Would this mean he’s more susceptible to food allergies?”
No, it’s just a topical reaction.
A topical reaction where his immune system is going batshit crazy when it encounters a foreign stimulus. That sure sounds like allergy.
So off we went to the pediatric allergist yesterday where they took a 15 minute test and stretched it NEEDLESSLY into a 2.5 hour appointment at nap time. THANKS! A 15 minute test where the nurse wrote possible allergens across his back, smeared them on and used a little plastic probe to prick the skin and expose him to the allergens. A 15 minute test where I watched big welts grow on his back in some places and not others. Some so big I could see them across the room.
In the end, he isn’t allergic to anything outside except ragweed and that registered as barely allergic, so we still don’t know why he gets raging sinus infections. (Hey! I know a specialist for that too! Let’s get a third one on call shall we?)
He’s allergic to all kinds of foods: somewhat allergic to walnuts and pecans; VERY allergic to fish, almonds, peanuts, cashews, and eggs.
EGGS, people. On a score of “3 is allergic” he earned a 17! OVERACHIEVER!
We’re going vegan. Except we will totally still eat chicken.