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To peanut or not to peanut...

My girlfriend, that I have known since high school, found out that her son has a peanut allergy in an entirely frightening way recently.  Her husband handed their nearly two-year-old son a "Monster" cookie- one of those cookies with everything in them: peanut butter, M&Ms, chocolate chips.  (Usually delicious!)  Soon after eating part of it, her little guy started throwing up and having some respiratory problems, so they rushed him to the ER. He received one dose of epinephrine (epi), steroids and Benadryl.  Fifty minutes after the staff warned them of the risk of a repeat reaction, they had to administer the second dose of epi, increase the steroid strength and keep him overnight for observation.  I thank God that they decided to take him in because I don't know if the results would have been the same had they decided to wait it out.

I originally found out through a facebook post that she made.  After calling her, I received more information about the whole situation.  She has needed to completely change her family's lifestyle.  Her family had no history of peanut allergies, but they now need to take strong precautions to protect her son's health and life.  She mentioned that she may even pull him out of parent's day out if there is no peanut policy.  Her doctors told her that every following reaction will absolutely become stronger.  For a two-year-old to react as strongly as he did, she is terrified, and rightfully so.  I cannot imagine how it feels to know that such a seemingly innocuous food item could cause such damage to your child. 

Her scare did get me thinking though.  As parents, we all do whatever we can to ensure the safety of our children.  To a degree, this allergy makes it difficult to do that completely.  You have to rely on the kindness of those around you.  I have several friends whose children also have peanut allergies, and I know from their experiences, that once a child enters school there can be a backlash.  I cannot wrap my mind around the extreme ugliness that can appear after a peanut ban in a school.  At first, I will admit that my reaction was less than compassionate to those who were objecting so strongly.  My opinion at the time was that it was just laziness that caused such an uproar.  I could not see why it was such big deal to avoid peanut-filled  foods in their childrens' lunch boxes.  If it was me, I would do everything in my power to protect the life of another child.  That is exactly the idea of a peanut ban.  But, after talking to my mother, who worked in a school for years, I realized that maybe we need to increase the education on this issue.  Maybe the backlash is the result of insufficient instruction.  And, I do want to empathize with the parents who now have to rewrite the school lunch menu for their children.  Life is hectic and having to put in extra time to find foods that are appetizing to your child, and meet the new school guidelines, must be somewhat strenuous.

My hope is that by diving into this topic, maybe we can gain a little understanding and compassion for both sides of the matter.  My personal experience with peanut allergies is somewhat shallow in nature. I never was around a child that had one growing up.  However, a few years behind me at my grade school, and later my high school, long after I graduated, there was a boy with a severe peanut allergy. (Mostly I know of this from my mother's presence in the lower grade school.)  He, of course, started as a normal child does with this allergy: reacting to eating peanuts.  This progressed to reactions when coming in contact with but not directly eating the nuts.  Then it became an issue when seated at the same table as a peanut product, as the particles of peanut in the air were enough to elicit a reaction.  Not just a simple rash or sneezing, this reaction always required an epi pen, and his mother to come and shuttle him off to the hospital.  Soon, he could not be near another person who had eaten the peanuts, even if they were not at his table or even during the same lunch hour.  And finally, he became so sensitive that when another student opened up a peanut containing product in the same high school hallway in which he was standing, he had to again be rushed out of the school to receive medical attention.  This is the real life of a child with a peanut allergy.  This is not parental neuroses.  This is not being a helicopter parent.  It is a LIFE or DEATH situation.  

According to Allergicchild.com, "The main problem with a peanut allergy is the severity of the reaction. In fact, studies by Scott H. Sicherer, M.D., associate professor of pediatrics at the Mount Sinai School of Medicine and a researcher in the Jaffe Food Allergy Institute, suggest that 80% of people with a peanut allergy have had a reaction that involves a breathing problem or have experienced a reaction that affected multiple areas of their body. He further estimates that 100 to 150 people in the USA die each year from peanut allergies."  While only one percent of the population deals with this issue, the allergy seems to be striking more children in an increasing proportion.  This means that as our children grow, they are more likely to experience classmates with peanut allergies than when we were students ourselves. This is a serious issue!  

My concern is that there are parents who poo-poo the issue thinking that it is an overreaction, when it really is a fatal allergy.  The parents of a child with peanut or tree nut allergies, for that matter, are required to maintain constant vigilance for the protection of their child.  They aren't doing it to put anybody out, or to be difficult.  They are only reacting to a possible danger that those of us with non-allergic children have never dreamed of facing.  For those who oppose such bans, I will try to post some ideas of peanut-free meals that you can send with your children tomorrow.  I can imagine that finding out that your child cannot take something to school in their lunch, that you believe to be the only food that they will eat, could be somewhat infuriating as you wonder what you can send to make sure that your child has a full tummy. Hopefully, I can offer some fun, healthy suggestions that will help to subside your frustration, while still allowing for a safe environment for all children.  Once you become a parent, your responsibility is not just limited to your own child, but also to all children with whom your child interacts during the day.  Please join me in protecting all of God's children with some very simple fixes!  Saint Alexius, patron saint of allergies, pray for us!

I dedicate this post to my friend, Jen, and her little guy, Jonathon.  Love you guys!

Ever grateful!

This experience post-surgery has really taught me so much about my family and my friends.  My mother has been helping almost around the clock.  Not easy!  It's hard working taking care of a small child and an infant (last week, I was also included in that mix).  Whew!  I know it wasn't easy for her or my husband when he had the duty on the weekends, because I can't imagine an adult with little capability into the mix.  I live the child care portion, and I know what work that is, but to add someone else must have been exhausting!  My mother and husband both really stepped in and showed their love for our family.  The self-sacrifice that they showed in caring for us really impressed me.  At one point, I would need something, the baby would be crying and the preschooler would be running around yelling.  Chaos!  If it was a sitcom, it may have been amusing. Can't you picture the episode?  Oh, and add in large dog with his own needs, I'm sure you can picture the constant work.  But, they managed and we all lived to tell the story.  I'm not saying that anyone else has it easier, I'm sure larger families only have more on their plates.  For me, though, this was an example of extreme self giving and love.

Our friends too, have stepped in to help me when my parents could not. They came to the house to care for the three of us, mostly carrying the baby since I could not. (Ugh!)  They brought meals, and more importantly, said prayers.  I am ever thankful for the Lord's mercy and grace that He provides.  Without the amazing people that He put in my life, his process would have been so much more difficult.  Friends and family can truly be a witness of Christ in action!

Nature's beauty

How can you deny that there is a God?  (Excuse the light pole, but I was in a parking lot when I saw that beautiful light breaking through.)

Floating away with our prayers

I'm certainly not ahead of the curve with talking about this, I'm sure, but I wanted to discuss the "balloon rosary" that was launched on August 15 in Chicago.  I don't know if there is a more innovative or breathtaking example of witness than this idea.  While I understand that it may have offended some, I think it is absolutely one of the best ideas that I've seen in awhile for reaching people and making them think about "life".  I mean that both in the respect that they were intending as a pro-life example, but also life in general.  It awakens your thoughts to contemplating God and your prayer life.  If I were to suddenly and unexpectedly see a rosary floating by, I'm pretty sure that it would encourage me to take a little time out to pray.  That's not a bad reaction to inspire.  It's interesting to ponder that floating rosary causing countless numbers of people to take a few minutes from their day to say a quick prayer.  That is power!  That is strength!  It is such a small act...although I imagine that it took some time to assemble the rosary, but it is so dramatic and poignant.  We don't need to beat people over the head with the harsh parts of life and especially the pro-life movement when more subtle actions can have a greater affect on the hearts of many.

I love too, that this was an idea from a group of children.  Children are here to speak to us.  They have more wisdom that we sometimes credit them with possessing.  As a parent though, I'm often stunned and humbled by how quickly my son can get to the heart of the matter.  "Out of the mouths of babes," they say.  Certainly we are here to teach them and raise them, but I honestly believe that children teach us as much about the world and ourselves as we teach them.  It's the beauty of childhood. It causes us to slow down and view things through new, less jaded eyes.  Maybe that is why Christ so loved children.  Maybe too, should we put more esteem in these little hearts and minds.

All pictures from: https://picasaweb.google.com/104310456403281787387/GiantLIFEBalloonRosarySeenByThousandsOverChicagoSDowntown

More on my time away, the "surgery files"

Upon returning, I finally went back to the doctor to have a surgeon check out my umbilical hernia. One of the many badges of motherhood, I guess, except in this case, the surgeon was concerned that I would be in trouble if I didn't get it repaired.  So, come last week...well, it's Saturday, so a week and half ago?  In I went for surgery.  Having never had a single surgery before, I was a little frightened.  But, all thankfully went well.  Waking up was painful and not the least bit untrippy.  It's so strange to lose a chunk of your life like that.  My surgery was outpatient, so after some pain-killer induced sleep in the recovery room, and some very interesting dreams, (no I won't share them, and no they aren't THAT kind of dream!  Shame on you!) we were off to our house.  Recovery has been slow and it's so hard to hold myself back every day.  I'm afraid to push to hard and injure myself, but as any of you moms know, it's hard to be down for the count when you care for two littles.

My parents and friends have shown up to the task and really offered help in the form of meals and support and hands to babysit and hold the baby.  It's been the ultimate exercise in humility.  It can be so hard to rely on others for what you need, and yet I imagine that it's what we really need to do with life.  Serve others, and allow them to serve us.  Sometimes it's harder to allow the serving than to do it.  I've also had great opportunity to "offer up" my pain. It's a learning curve to figure out how to nurse an older infant without causing pain to yourself.  It can be quite the task to keep a three year old from jumping on his mama in his unbridled enthusiasm.  Once my son started running, I've referred to him as the golden retriever puppy due to his great joy in experiencing life and the cute rambunctiousness. :)  I am completely grateful for all of the help and love that has poured my way.  Our community of family and friends are nothing short of miraculous.

Apparently my timing needs work.

The "lightning restaurant"

I think I'm functioning on "paper publishing" turnaround rather than that of a blog!  I apologize!  Life gets busy and it feels as though I barely have a second to sit and write.  I think that maybe this will improve with my oldest starting preschool this year (!) and I'll hopefully manage more than a post every four months.  LOL

Again, my apologies. We were on vacation.  A wonderful trip to the beach: St. George Island, FL.  I guess I should say an eventful trip to the beach.  A waterspout hit the main line to the island and we were all without power for about three days.  Three days without air conditioning.  Three days where my husband and I scrambled to keep two little ones cool.  Intense heat and small children scares me.  Even more so, when one of those children is only seven months old.  We all survived, though.  Survived with stories to tell both to the kids and among the rest of our family.  This beach trip is almost an annual reunion of sorts for my husband's family.  It will go down in beach vacation history along with the year our rental house was hit by lightning, and the year that we had to evacuate due to hurricane.

This year also, we ended up out in storm that produced a lightning strike on the beach in front of the open air restaurant where we had all just arrived for dinner.  It hit and I, having just handed off my infant daughter to my mother-in-law, immediately hit the decks in an unwitting attempt to protect the child no longer in my arms.  My sister-in-law let out a stream of words that would make a sailor blush, and a random woman grabbed my brother-in-law in a bear hug while the rest of the patrons screamed.  Needless to say, my son is now afraid of both lightning and thunder.  And well, storms in general.

So we got through the beach, and then my children and I embarked on a trip to spend a week with my in-laws in anticipation of a wedding for one of my husband's college friends.  I didn't want the kids having to travel back and forth in such short succession.  In hindsight, this made for a very frazzled mama.  (And truthfully, two grateful grandparents...so in the end maybe that made it worth it.)