This weekend was Thanksgiving in Canada. Normally it would be the usual “I am thankful for family, my job, good friends.”
And I am.
But this weekend threw us a curve ball and made me more thankful than I have ever been.
On Friday we.. okay I.. gave our daughter peanut butter for the first time.
She was fine, at first, and continued to play and have fun, but she pulled on her ears a little and seemed a bit off. I texted Brian letting him know that we might have to take her to the clinic because she was acting strange.
Then my friend noticed the red splotches on her face.
I still didn’t link it to the peanut butter, why would I, it’s not like her dad is allergic to peanut butter.
Wait.. yes he is.
So because she was rubbing at her ears a lot and Brian was going to be getting home from work I made the decision to leave my friends house.
The whole way home she rubbed her eyes and cried. Normally she would have fallen asleep. Again I chalked it up to teeth or a virus and prepared to take her to the clinic.
By the time I pulled in the driveway my 17 month olds face was swollen so badly that she couldn’t see out of her eyes.
Once we had driven to the emergency room she was screaming in pain and was swollen all over, covered in hives, and red. We had called 911 and asked them to call the hospital to tell them we were on the way.
My heart was pounding and I had never been so scared in my entire life.
My child was poked with needles, given oral meds, and had heart monitors on her.
My ears rang when they spoke the words PEANUT ALLERGY.
So much to learn, read, teach.
BUT, she was alive.
And right now that is what we are concentrating on.
She is alive and we are so very thankful.