I guess you could say that before Breezy even received a single food allergy diagnosis I have always been “that mom”. I read every single page of What To Expect When You’re Expecting. I read every single page of What To Expect: The First Year. I was completely by the book. I had even let my friends borrow them, and refered to them as “the bible”. I stayed home with my precious little bundle of a drooling mess, because I never trusted that anyone would take care for her like I would. That and the kid never took a bottle once she discovered how to latch to the boob. I thought I was a helicopter mom then. No one ever held her unless I was in the same room, and it definitely wasn’t happening if they didn’t wash their hands first. How ironic I now have to encourage hand washing for reasons other than germs.
Then, before I knew it, my little bundle of a drooling mess turned one year old.
She had never had a single protein prior to her first birthday. Strictly breast milk, fruits, veggies, and baby cereal. By the book. The first protein we ever gave her was chicken, and she loved it like most kids. Honestly, Breezy has never met a meat she didn’t like, besides hot dogs – if that counts as a real meat.
So, one morning I decided to make her a scrambled egg for breakfast. She could not eat it fast enough. She LOVED it.
About 30 minutes later, what I now know was a reaction, started to happen.
Breezy started crying at the top of her lungs. I thought that she was just overtired, so I decided to take her up to her room and nurse her and see if she would calm down and take a nap. She nursed for just a few seconds, and started screaming again. At this point I thought it was gas, so I attempted to burp her. As I sat her up on my lap the vomiting began. Projectile vomiting. I took her to the bathroom and that is when I saw the hives. Everywhere that the vomit had touched on her face and body was red, inflamed, and covered in hives. Immediately, I jumped into the shower with her in my arms, and screamed for my husband to call the pediatrician on call. They advised us to give her some Bendadryl, to take her to emergency room if that did not relieve her symptoms, and not to give her eggs anymore. Luckily, a thorough shower and the benadryl did the trick.
Had I knew then what I know now, I would have epi-ed her if we would have had one, and been ER bound. The vomiting and the screaming that was likely from stomach spasms; that’s one system. The hives; that’s the second system. Two systems reacting is most likely anaphylaxis.
I did not know at the time that it was an egg allergy. I just thought she couldn’t have scrambled eggs anymore. It wasn’t until the peanut allergy diagnosis 6 months later that I even caught a glimpse of the seriousness of food allergies. More on that later.
In my opinion, egg allergies are probably one of the most easiest to deal with. Since it is one of the top 8 food allergies, it legally has to be labeled. But, as with every allergy, it is still wise to contact a company if they do not label for “may contain” and “shared lines” to get clarity on cross contamination. Everyone’s comfort level is different. Egg is found in a variety of different things from mayonnaise to some marshmallows. Breezy does fine with baked egg, meaning if it is baked in a cupcake she can tolerate it. However, some egg allergic people do not. If baked egg can not be tolerated, there are several different substitution for that special cake recipe, like bananas or applesauce. I have never tried any of these methods.
As with any food allergy, they can be scary and hard to navigate, especially after initial diagnosis. You can read more about egg allergies at foodallergy.org.