Chris and I have always joked that our kids eat a little bit like garbage disposals. It’s not that they eat a lot of junk, more that they devour anything we put in front of them. Unfortunately, Sam’s less-than-discerning taste buds have landed him in some trouble, and made him a new friend.
In January Sam ate a cashew. That’s right. One little cashew. Right away he seemed extra tired, and he started to act a little strange.
We thought it was because he had missed napping earlier in the day, and then when he threw up a little later, we explained it away. We figured that he had a different version of the cold Bekah was just getting over.
Then, exactly one week later, Sam ate another cashew. Again, just one little cashew. This time we were better prepared, and this time the reaction was not so subtle.
Immediately, he started to drool. He became lethargic and a little disoriented. He laid down on the floor. While we called his pediatrician we also hurriedly got both Sam and Bekah ready for a visit to the Beeghly ER.
It’s been four years since Bekah had open heart surgery, and over four years since her 10-week stay in the NICU, but all of the old emergency prep we’d done for her kicked in. Without even realizing it, I began counting Sam’s breaths.
It didn’t take much counting to see that things just weren’t right. As we were on our way out the door, Sam vomited and was almost immediately back to his normal self.
Even though it seemed like forever, the whole episode probably only lasted five or six minutes. It was still five minutes more than I was comfortable with.
The next day our pediatrician ordered some lab work and the day after that I learned that epi-pens do have a right side and a wrong side…and that I’m glad Sam’s came with a tester, and that the pediatrician has a good sense of humor. I practiced it in her office and had the right side on the wrong person…but that’s a story for another time.
Today, we met Dr. Ravi Karnani of the allergy/immunology department. In the first few minutes we knew he was the right choice for our little wild man, and by the time we left we found ourselves looking forward to our next visit with him, which is good, because it’s going to be a three-hour-long food challenge.