Brennan's first appointment with the allergy doctor was this morning. He handled it extremely well, probably better than I did. The doctor reviewed his blood screen results with us, spent a good amount of time just discussing Brennan and his habits and then pronounced Brennan "a very allergic little boy."
Brennan tested at the highest possible level for nut allergies. After a scratch test, he also tested positive for shellfish, grass and tree nuts.
The scratch test looked torturous to me, but Brennan handled it calmly and quietly. He laid, stomach down, on an exam table for twenty five minutes while he was pricked with various allergens to test his sensitivity. Not a peep from that kid the entire time. (The genius nurse may take much of the credit for his handling it so well. She gave him stickers to create sports figures and sports action scenes on the white tissue paper that covered the table. I wanted to hug her. Really hug her.)
We have a safety plan for school and home which basically amounts to: no nuts ever. Do not bring them into the house. Do not let Brennan eat nuts anytime or anywhere.
And then just in case, the doctor taught me how to use an epi-pen. I hope I never have to do it for real. The thought of sticking my child with the needle may be too much for me.
After the whole thing was over, Brennan asked to stop for a donut. (At that point, I would have agreed to any request he may have had.)
As we drove home, I watched him in the rear view mirror. He sat in the backseat gorging on powdered donut holes as he sang along to Justin Robert's "Way Out". He had sugar all over his face and shirt and as he sang, the sugar went everywhere. He was so happy and so very beautiful. My sweet peanut free little boy.
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