We went to the Allergist last week to get our lab results. Fun finds included a YES, we are still allergic to peanuts and tree nuts. And a NO, we are not allergic via lab results to wheat and soy. But, YES, her body is still rejecting the wheat and soy. We did a one time attempt to reintroduce; she was sick to her stomach with the half hour and she had urticaria within 24 hours. Needless to say, we are still a household that is free of wheat, soy, peanuts, and tree nuts. All the better for me, because our family has never been healthier. The little one was visually upset due to her need to feel included by her peers- which is another story in itself.
Our family started off the week with a bang! Last week, our daughter came home with the news of a class party to be held this past Friday. An ice cream party via Dairy Queen for good behavior. No note sent home, mind you. But I did my job and looked online and found that she could have the fudge bar without an issue. It is prepackaged and I wouldn’t have to worry about contamination. So, Friday morning my husband walks her to class and mentions the upcoming ice cream party after lunch. The teacher explained that the party would not be taking place until Monday and they would not be having ice cream any longer. The teacher mentioned nothing else; no other ideas, did not mention any food or her allergies. Monday afternoon, something told me to stop by the school and check on things. Thank goodness I did. Her entire classroom was eating their lunches in the room, having a party, and eating ice cream. Yes, ice cream. I immediately left the school and bought her a treat to take back. She was so excited. She said, “Mom, you know EVERYTHING”. Her teacher didn’t even bother apologizing. No email sent, no warning, nothing. By the time I left the school, I was in tears. I was so mad! I was upset that no one even cared enough to acknowledge her. Her teacher had given every child in that classroom ice cream except for my daughter. Why? I would jump through fire for my children, so I sure as hell would buy a popsicle. Just shoot me an email, call me, text me, I promise I won’t bite. I can’t fix it if I don’t know about it. Why can’t a little bit of commonsense come into play?