We had been waiting for an appointment since October.
The day that our whole worlds changed.
We would never look at foods or environments the same again.
Grocery shopping became a new experience.
Choosing a care giver was an interview process that included a peanut free home, education sessions, and information on how to administer and EpiPen.
We counted down the days until we would see the allergist.
And secretly I hoped that the doctors had been wrong.
She went first, holding out her arm for the Dr. to draw a caterpillar along its length.
A bug with 12 legs.
A huge smile.
6 drops of water up its back.
And then 6 tiny mosquito bites that the caterpillar barely notices.
She giggled at the story and watched the insect come to life in front of her.
Daddy’s turn was next.
His caterpillar wasn’t so kind and he needed more hugs.
With testing complete and
daddy’s tears dried we were ready for the results.
I held my breath and looked at the raised bumps on my daughters’ arms.
I looked at Brian’s red bumpy skin.
And I braced myself.
Allergy to peanuts.
It was official.
Peanuts, almonds, hazel nuts, dogs, cats, horses, feathers, all trees, and crab.
And I was worried about my daughter?