Crying Over Spilt Milk

Crying over spilt milk is what you do when your kid fountain vomits and busts out in hives like she’s been swaddled in poison ivy.  A few stray drops on a table from a friend’s sippy cup or someone’s coffee, and her body explodes. Sometimes it’s ok because she didn’t actually ingest it. But, sometimes you cry…because it’s fucking awful.  Dose her up, grab her bag, be thankful you’re five minutes from a great hospital.  So goes life with food allergies. Never a dull moment.

Two years ago, food allergies became a “thing” in our lives; dairy, egg, peanut, fish, and shellfish. It really could be worse.  As far as these things go, we’re pretty lucky and a lot of people deal with many more complications and many more allergies. But, it’s always there and most days there are ridiculous, or daunting, or scary, or infuriating moments that need to be dealt with.  This blog, admittedly, is part of that process for me.

Like a lot of people, I’m trying to figure this allergy shit out.  I’m far from alone in this, but sometimes you just gotta share.  Fair warning, I’m learning as I go, and learning comes with frustration.  I may get salty.  I like swears. (They’re therapeutic and sometimes nothing else will do.)

I am not, in any way a qualified professional, so please don’t take anything I say as sage advice. I’m a parent, with a toddler who has some scary food allergies.  She has an older brother, who doesn’t.  My partner and I are doing the best we can.  I’ll keep you posted.