What can I say? Yesterday started out really strong with a lovely morning with my boys, shopping for Halloween decorations and roaming around Brooklyn. Our night ended with an ER visit in Sleepy Hollow, NY.
We were invited to one of Jeff’s friend’s annual Oktoberfest parties upstate. Arthur and Julian made some very good choices regarding their outfits, and we were ready to party.
We had lots of fun, ate lots of food, and the boys played lots of soccer. Then out of nowhere Arthur plopped himself into my lap, said his throat hurt, his belly hurt, and I noticed he couldn’t stop coughing. I took him into another room to look at him in better light, and he had hives all over his super red face. More hives on his back and chest. I knew I had to inject the EPI pen right away, and when I told him about what would happen, he said, “Yes, please give it to me!” I mean, what 5 year old asks for a shot in the leg? He was feeling horrible.
Within minutes of the EPI pen injection his symptoms improved. A friend drove us to a nearby ER, where we’d spend the next 4 hours observing Arthur and watching episodes of Scooby Doo.
My poor baby.
We took a late-night train back into the city with our sleepy babes.
We were in bed by 1am, and of course no one slept in. Because why would we?
Arthur is fine today. He is back to being himself, but I am still shaken up. This is the second time he’s had an anaphylactic reaction within 6 months. At least last time I was fairly certain why it had happened: he had eaten a piece of a nut that was on a table at the cafe where we had a snack.
But I have no idea what the cause was yesterday, and that is the most terrifying thing of all. Arthur said he started feeling bad after he had eaten a hamburger, so it could have been anything. The bun, an ingredient in the burger, who knows? There were no nuts at the party, and he hadn’t eaten any baked goods. There is no way for me to keep him safe, to prevent this from happening at all. And that scares me to death. The unfairness of it all drives me up the wall, too. The fact that this happy-go-lucky boy has to deal with this terrible condition that makes his throat tighten seemingly out of nowhere. It just isn’t right. And there is absolutely nothing I can do about it.