And today will be the day forever marked on the calendar and the blog as the day we found out Eric is allergic to peanuts. Yee-haw.
Evan asked for a PB&J sandwich for lunch, and a Saturday afternoon in your own home when you know you can get to the nearest hospital in under 10 minutes seemed like as good a time as any to let Eric have his first taste of the kid's classic. So PB&Js it was. Everything went well, Eric ate most of his sandwich and we put him down for a nap. A short time later, we heard some coughing and sneezing, but still no worries. I heard him pulling on his doorknob and went to lead him back to bed and realized his face looked like a punching bag. Uh. Oh.
A dose of Benadryl, a diaper bag with who-knows-what inside, 10 minutes, and we were running into the emergency room. When those people see a baby with a beat up face and a mom yelling "peanut butter"? They don't mess around. Before I had finished putting our address on the form, we were heading to a room with 2 nurses and 2 doctors on our heels. The nurses were lovely and sweet even though they had to wrap Eric in a sheet to get the IV into his arm and had to use half a roll of tape to keep it in. Thank you Christy and Rachel, for keeping us sane and hydrated.
So, long story short (mostly because I'm tired), 3 drugs, 1 popsicle, 2 hours later and we were heading back home armed with epi-pen prescriptions. And I keep the diaper bag better packed than I thought...a spare shirt, snacks, toys. I even surprised myself :)
And there will be no tall drink tonight, because we're supposed to wake him up a couple of times a night "just in case." Ah well, not like it would have been a restful night anyway...