You saved your child life today.

You saved your child life today.

I really never want to hear those words again.

My friend, Cecily suggested I start my new blog with this harrowing story.

I am a stay at home Mom (I work part time at night) to two boys. A three year old, who shall be called Wild Man from here on out and 15 month old who everyone still calls Baby A. Wild Man and his friends just call him, Baby.

So this past Monday was a beautiful sunny warm day. Wild Man has no school on Mondays and I decided to go to the park where the Mom’s and in home daycare ladies go with kids on nice days. We had a great time and I was getting the boys trucks together and subtlety packing to go. Wild Man runs away if he thinks we are leaving and that boy has run upwards of 5 blocks with the whole park chasing him. Wild Man is starting to get crazy which is his cue to leave and starts to run a little towards the street. Baby A is toddling off to the baby slide so I dashed after the one in danger.

I turn around and Baby A has a peanut butter sandwich in his hand. This is a huge YIKES. Baby A has a peanut allergy as well as a dairy, egg and wheat allergy. He has never ingested peanuts and I was unsure how he’d react. I attacked the poor child with wipes. Moms came from every direction offering them up. Baby A was crying and unhappy. Moms were yelling do you have an epi pen. I did, but he did not seem to be reacting. I plopped both boys in the car for the 10 minute car ride home. Baby A was crying and crying. I got home and Baby A had a huge stinky. I changed him and he was still crying and crying. Then came the puke. He threw up and up and up, while crying and crying. I called the pediatrician at this point. She told me he was having a reaction and to use the epi pen and get to the emergency room.

I then administered the epi pen shot. Man that needle is HUGE. I then scoop up Baby A and grab Wild Man’s hand and RUN out of the house. By the time I got to the car Baby A was loosing consciousness. His eyes were rolling back in his head. We live in a big city and an amazing Children’s Hospital is about 10 minutes away. I drove the car with one hand on the wheel and one under his nose to make sure he was breathing!! I didn’t call 911 because paramedic response time in this city is so poor it is making headlines lately. I also called my husband on the way so that he could leave work. I arrived at the hospital and I parked the car in the lot instead of going right to emergency. Don’t ask me why I did this! I was on auto pilot. I ran through the hospital with an unconscious Baby A in my arms and Wild Man running next to me holding my hand.

I arrived at the emergency room with a limp baby talking peanut allergy and we were rushed to trauma. They didn’t even ask our names. By this time the epi pen is starting to work and Baby A is starting to stir a bit. He starting crying lustily and they gave him some more drugs to help with the reaction. He then turned beet red in the face and attempted to pull all the wires, blood pressure cuff, ox sat monitor off. He was quite agitated by all the drugs which, to me, was a nice alternative to unconscious.

A little after that my husband (he needs a nickname) arrived. He was a sight for sore eyes. After ascertaining that Baby A was indeed stabilizing he took Wild Man to lunch at McDonalds. (This was his first visit to the Golden Arches he ate 2 burgers) I got to hold Baby A and nurse, nurse and nurse him. I think he nursed 8 of the 10 hours he was in the hospital.

What really got me out of take care of business mode was the resident and a nurse coming to see me to tell me I did indeed saved my kid’s life that day . That was more than I could deal with. Getting that close to loosing my baby was one of the most awful things I ever felt. Luckily I was left with a baby who was cranky and not sleeping all week from the prednisolone. I refilled his prescription for his epi pens. I think that it is a small price to pay for almost loosing him. If anyone reading this has ever thought peanut allergies are just another reason for neurotic Moms to be more neurotic. Think again!

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