I’m SO excited for a long weekend of lounging with family and BBQing with friends! Summer weather: my (very very very) long-lost friend, I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see you.
But first, we had to make it through that dreaded allergy appointment I was telling you about.
Allergy appointments are always traumatic (x1000 with toddlers) because they tend to take multiple hours and usually involve lots of poking with needles. (To put things into perspective: my son screams when we try to put him on the scale at the doctor’s. To stand there for 5 seconds. I think they call it White Coat Syndrome—poor kid has seen too many horrible things go down in clinics to trust any of them.)
Before I tell you how that went, I wanted to announce the 3 winners of the CLIF SHOT giveaway:
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So we went into the appointment this morning with our chips already way, way down. The World’s Worst Traveler hadn’t been impressed with the crib at Grandma’s house the night before, and was going on maybe 5 hours of sleep by the time we headed into the appointment. We anticipated meltdowns—and meltdowns we got.
Luckily, the waiting room was very kid-friendly.
Also lucky: the clinic ran like a well-oiled machine. I’ve never seen anything like it. We hopped from room to room with barely any waiting time, which was actually kind of a double-edged sword…we got out of there faster, but he also got very little time to recover between pricks and blood draws (and other horrific events like getting his height measured).
One interesting moment: when the doctor was examining Mason’s arms and ankles for a good vein to draw blood from, he warned us that if they weren’t able to find a good spot, they might have to draw blood FROM HIS HEAD.
What?!? I had no idea that was possible. Apparently, they shave the side of his temple and go in just under the skin.
Brent and I immediately exchanged a look that said “yeah, that’s not happening.” A 2-year-old with a needle in his head? A 2-year-old who won’t sit still long enough for the doctor to look in his ears??
Luckily, it didn’t come to that–these nurses were the best toddler-blood-drawers I’ve ever seen. 3 of them swooped in on him together, 2 holding him in a perfectly coordinated bear hug while the other did the draw with zero trouble.
As for the actual appointment: they were taking his blood to measure his current antibody levels for the food allergies we’re aware of, and they also did skin prick tests to gauge his reactions to some common environmental allergens like dust and mold.
They found that he does have some environmental allergies in addition to his food allergies (not very surprising, in his case) and decided to start treating those first. (They’ll be able to tackle the food allergies once they get the results from the blood test.) So we went away with his first bottle of “drops,” to be administered by putting them under his tongue 3 times a day. The goal is that he’ll eventually be somewhat desensitized to those specific allergens, but we learned that treating “airborne” allergens is also supposed to help calm his immune system in general, meaning that it might have some positive effects on the food allergies too.
He’s technically supposed to hold the drops under his tongue for 20 seconds before swallowing…LOL.
2 1/2 hours later, we were back on the road. We stopped at Starbucks for some desperately-needed coffee (I’d been up since 4:30, thanks to He Who Would Not Sleep) and finally…
I like how he fell asleep mid-book, still propping it up. Poor kiddo.
Welp, I’m off to grab some goodies for the BBQ tomorrow. Hope you have a wonderful holiday weekend!