So we were having our family supper tonight (leftover chickpea curry - see previous post), when Seb started to scratch the back of his knees. Now, for anyone who knows him well that's a sign of his eczema acting up. Well, soon he was complaining of it stinging and hurting, so I took a look.
There was a pile of hives all over the backs of his knees, where his skin is chronically irritated by the eczema. We immediately gave him Benadryl and fortunately, it didn't escalate any further.
But what had he eaten??!! No reaction yesterday to the curry. Sweet corn soup from a package; it warned of milk allergens but nothing else. Bread from an organic artisanal bakery - must be. Right? But there again, Sophie ate the bread and she didn't react...
I'm hoping that it's the bread because not knowing is even scarier than knowing. A friend has a book club pal who in her 30s has developed a life-threatening food allergy. Only thing is, she doesn't (or didn't for weeks) know what it was to! Imagine living with that uncertainty...
And on the allergy front, we have not 1, not 2, but 3 - yes THREE - appointments with allergists on Thursday. Turns out that Sophie's referral to the pedatric allergist is zooming ahead, as long as we see him outside of Sick Kids Hospital (where the waiting time is 9 months supposedly). My request for a 2nd opinion has been answered by Sebastian's original referal to an allergist calling for an appointment - that's what happens when you give siblings different surnames.
So hoping not to waste taxpayers' money in the long-run, I will use it all up on Thursday getting good advice that will hopefully keep us out of ER.
I'll keep you posted but if you see a dejected, exhausted mother dragging two young kids across TO late on Thursday afternoon, it might well be me.
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