GRAND RAPIDS, Mich. (WOTV) - Though my son was the one with suspected allergies it was me today with the swollen, red, teary eyes.
It all started a week ago after a routine runny nose and visit to the doctor's office for an antibiotic. When I got home from work my husband gave me the news.
"The doctor thinks he has Allergy Induced Asthma and we have to go to an allergist. "
With raised eyebrows and sarcasm dripping from my voice I replied, "OF COURSE WE DO!" I feel like every time Easton has anything wrong we're off to a specialist and it (thankfully) always turns out to be nothing.
So per our "usual" specialist routine I called my mom to come down and assist during the visit. The night before we did the mountain of paperwork. We found ourselves questioning the process... what it really even necessary? The bold print note that it was a three-hour long appointment also raised a red flag since Easton is such a busy boy and hates the doctor's office.
That night I barely slept because these things make me panicky and anxious. We were up before the sun to get everything and everyone ready to make it across town for our 8am arrival time.
Once we arrived Easton happily stood on the scale, and played with every toy available which was a relief that he wasn't kicking and screaming in protest down the hallway (typical doctor visit). The staff was so nice and Easton seemed at ease.
First we went over the medical history and "why" we were here. I explained that I didn't feel the visit was necessary but we would have an open mind because our doctor recommended it. Mostly I didn't want Easton to be the wimpy allergy kid growing up and me to be the crazy allergy mom.
After speaking with the doctor about Easton's medical history I began realizing that he has had allergy and asthma symptoms throughout his 20 months but they'd been so far and few between it didn't seem like an issue to me. Plus there was the recent peanut incident with a few hives that had me concerned. Now it was becoming clear that there was an underlying issue that I would soon be dealing with. That's when I felt the lump in my throat rise and the tears build. I just started to cry. It was all so overwhelming and so much to process, especially when I was so naive to the problems.
The doctor left us alone for a while so we could decide if we wanted to proceed with a scratch test on Easton's back to test for a variety of things including risk factors in his life such as dogs (ut-oh!), cats, bunnies, dust, peanuts, mold ect. I concluded that we were already here so why go home and come back and do it all again.... so we forged ahead.
Easton slipped his shirt off and I was instructed to lay on the table with him on top of me. He only thought it was fun for a second. They let him play with a highlighter to draw on the "table paper" but instead he chose to draw on my face (yup!) and my shirt... awesome.
Then they started to scratch him. He didn't like it but it wasn't so bad. The worst was that he had to lie flat on his belly, on me, for 10 minutes. Needless to say, his nose dripped and his mouth drooled and it all fell on mommy. (yuck!)
Finally the results were in. We were on roughly our 3rd hour in the tiny exam room and I was on my second box of tissues and we were told that Easton was allergic to peanuts, dogs, cats, mold, dust and grass. We had to sit through two additional tests to prove the cat which wasn't much fun but it did come back positive.
I went in to the appointment with a no-fuss attitude of in and out and everything will be fine and left with the following: A 100% confirmed diagnosis of Asthma, five confirmed allergies, prescriptions for two inhalers, an epi-pen, a daily pill for asthma, a recommendation to give our dogs away, 2 folders of info to read, a major headache and a heavy heart.
I know that many families experience medical issues that are far worse and far more extreme than our situations. But this feels extreme for me as a mom. We have to change to a peanut-free home and lifestyle, we have to figure out how to fix the dog situation without giving them away, and start a daily routine of medications, inhalers and epi-pen coordination.
I would love some advice, support or words of encouragement from any mom, dad or friend going through this situation. I know it will become routine but right now it just sucks.
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