I sit in the emergency room with my 11 month old son. I had to give him his epi pen after an accidental peanut butter ingestion. Such a stupid accident, I worked so hard to be careful there were no nuts in the house. I didn’t even realize what happened. My kids found an old dog toy. Hadn’t been used in forever, but it’s the kind you can stuff with treats. Well, i guess at some point I had put PB in it, and some shook loose as the kids played.
Next thing, my little guys cheeks are so red and full of hives. I try not to panic as he starts to gag and I worry his breathing is becoming raspy. I quickly give him his shot and head to the hospital.
My son, he will be fine, but I’m so scared for him. That this is his life and stupid accidents could happen anywhere. Thank god we were in our own home, and he was with me.
This worry I feel for my kids is all encompassing sometimes. How do I let them gain independence? Part of me wants to hover at all times. I’m so scared for them, but I can’t let them see that anxiety either. How did my parents do it with me? ( I as well have a serious allergy).
I can expect a few panic attacks in my future.
I just love them so much.