This is Reagan. She is sweet, giddy, and full of life. She’s also more of a morning person than I could ever be (and I like mornings). But she also is 12 months old and is allergic to dogs, peanuts, and eggs.
Just as we had with her older brother, we exposed her to peanuts early to prevent a peanut allergy. I mixed some peanut butter into her oatmeal and she loved it. Five minutes into mealtime, however, she broke out in a hot pink rash all over her face and down her neck.
Four weeks passed and we were sitting at the pediatric allergist. Seven allergy tests, two blood samples, and what seemed like an entire day later, it was confirmed: Ray is allergic to peanuts, enough so that we can’t safely do a tolerance test with her.
She takes Zyrtec daily to help with the dog allergy. If anyone eats peanuts and kisses her an hour later, her face breaks out in a hot red rash. A few random reactions later (full body rash and vomiting) and we discovered she can’t tolerate eggs, either.
So here we are. When life begins with the second kid, you think it’s going to be smooth sailing. You’ve already navigated nursing in public, fevers, nap schedules and sleep regressions, teething, packing for trips, first steps, solid foods, and so much more. Baby #2 should be easy. And then God throws you a curve ball and she arrives three weeks early with double the labor time as the first, has colic for months, and requires that you carry an epi-pen for her allergies.
My goal as mom is not to “deal” with my daughter’s allergies. My goal is to help her thrive, regardless, because a mom will do anything for her child. We’ll figure it out together and enjoy the challenge.