It started out to be just another ordinary day. I was doing laundry, my daughter was napping in her crib and my husband was mowing the lawn while my son was playing in the backyard. However, this turned out to be much more than an ordinary day…
I was inside the house cleaning up (as usual) when I heard the lawn mower shut off. My husband yelled to me inside. “Is he with you?”
I ran out onto the deck. “What?”
He repeated, “Is he with you?”
I had a pit in the bottom of my stomach. I knew the answer to this and it was no. He was supposed to be playing in the backyard while my husband was in the backyard mowing, just likes he’s done a million other times. Clearly, he was missing. Without any other exchange, my husband ran through the yard and I ran through the house to the front as we were both screaming his name.
I opened the front door and saw a school bus dropping off the neighborhood kids. I looked in every direction and I had the horrific feeling like I could see everyone else’s kid, but couldn’t find my own.
Where was he? Was he hurt? Was he taken? Was he safe? I had a vision of myself on Dateline explaining to Ann Curry that we never thought this could happen to us…
And then my husband saw him walking from our neighbor’s house. We immediately hugged him and asked him if he was alright.
But, things were not alright…
You see, my son was holding an ice-cream cone that he got from our neighbor’s house and it was full of NUTS. For those of you who do not know, our son has a severe peanut allergy and he will go into anaphylactic shock if he ingests a nut. We immediately began to ask him if he ate any of the nuts. From the onset, it looked like he hadn’t, but we didn’t know for sure.
“I don’t know mommy. I think I just licked it, but I don’t know.”
His lips began to blow up and hives began to appear around his mouth. Even if he didn’t ingest one of those nuts, he obviously placed the cone to his lips.
Frantically, I grabbed the Benadryl and my husband grabbed the EpiPen…
Through these intense minutes and all of the drama, there is a happy ending. My son responded well to the meds and we never had to call 911. BUT, if he had eaten one of those nuts, there is no QUESTION in my mind that he would have been in the hospital fighting for his life.
Moral of the story Theta Moms?
Never let your husband watch your child when he mows the lawn… Never assume that your child cannot open the “near impossible” gate from the back yard to the front… Never think that your child isn’t shy enough to ring your neighbor’s doorbell and ask for an ice-cream cone…Never forget to remind your child (that has a food allergy) of the things he/she cannot eat…And never forget to let your neighbors know about your child’s allergy. It could save a life.
I never said I was a perfect mother. In fact, I pride myself on being true and authentic, which in essence is what I stand for as a Theta Mom. I make mistakes, I learn from them and I strive to be a better parent throughout the process.