Yesterday, we held our church picnic at Idlewild Park.  It started off as a wonderful day.  We got a goofy photo of the whole family flying downhill in the Loggin’ Taboggin on our way to getting soaked.  Rode a bunch of rides with friends and had some good food.  Well, mostly good food.

The day ended with my daughter in the ER.  DD is allergic to walnuts and pecans.  Someone brought chocolate chip cookies with walnuts chopped so finely we couldn’t see or taste them.  I even asked the man who brought them if there were nuts in them and he said no.  Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that you don’t ask the person who brings the food, you ask the person who makes the food; and if she’s not present (she wasn’t) you don’t eat the food. 

Initially, my daughter complained of a scratchy throat.  She had been eating potato chips and we were talking about food allergies with another girl who also has them.  DD is highly susceptable to the power of suggestion, so I figured she just didn’t chew her chips well enough and they scratched her throat, and now she was worried that she was having a reaction.  I assured her that there were no nuts in the cookies, so she decided there must be something weird about the chips and pitched them.  She headed off to ride the Loggin’ Taboggin again with some of the girls.  (It was right next to our pavillion.)  As she was riding my husband took another cookie, then brought me a tiny little crumb on his finger.  “Is this a nut?”  I cut it with my thumbnail and smooshed it between my fingers.  Honestly, I couldn’t tell.  DH went to find the girls, but they must have been on the ride. The girls got back from the ride and wanted to go to another area of the park with the mom of the other girl with allergies.  At this point, DD was acting fine and said her throat didn’t bother her anymore.  We all thought she was fine.  DH told the mom that if DD started complaining of stomach pain to call us and we traded cell phone numbers. 

DH and I headed off with our boys and another family of kids their age to the other side of the park.  10 minutes later my phone rang.  DD was not feeling well.  I left DH with the boys and headed across the park.  Her stomach hurt and she was feeling weak.  I gave her Benedryl and we waited.  She thought she was going to be sick so we went to the restrooms.  As we stood in the handicapped stall she looked at me and said, “Please pray.”  So, I held her; she cried; and I prayed.  She didn’t get sick, so we went back out to a bench.  She wanted to go home, but I told her to wait a little to see if the Benedryl would help.

We went back to our pavillion and she laid down on a bench.  I went over to the cookies, grabbed one, and began to take it apart crumb by crumb.  There they were, tiny as crumbs, and the same color as the dough: finely chopped walnuts.  I called my husband and told him to meet us at the van; we’re going home. 

The Benedryl seem to help, and I thought DD would be fine…until she threw up in the van on the way home.  (Fortunately, we had a bag handy.)  Then I thought she’d be ok since the stuff was out of her system.  As we continued down the road DD said, “I need to go to the hospital.”  She sounded funny.

I said, “Why?  Tell me what you feel.”

She answered, “My ton ith num.”

I called to the front of the van, “[DH] We’re going to [local hospital] Emergency Room.”  We were about 5 minutes away.

They took her back right away.  By that time she was covered in hives from her head to her hands, including her torso.  I’ve seen her get welt-like hives, but this time she was all red and blotchy.  She looked terrible.  Those were the doctor’s words.  He called it a “very bad reaction.” 

They put an IV in her hand and gave her steroids, more Benedryl, and Pepcid (to block hisamines in her stomach).  About an hour later she was looking much better.  Pale, but much better.  The Benedryl had also knocked her out. 

We were sent home with an Rx for liquid prednisone, which I can’t for the life of me get her to take; it’s that bitter.  I am currently waiting to hear back from our pediatrician’s office to see if we can get the pill form (which, according to what I read online, dissolves on the tongue and is also bitter).  Yes, I’ve tried putting it in something sweet.  At this point, I’m ready to sit on her and squirt it in her mouth.  I’m sure that will cause her 5 years of therapy in the future.  We have to do this once a day for 4 days.  If ever there was a downside to having healthy kids it’s that they never learn to take medicine. 

Just got a call back from the triage nurse at Children’s Hospital.  She said, “That liquid’s so nasty it’ll make anyone take a pill!”  She’s going to call our pediatrician (our doc is the one on call for the group, too, which is good – I love her), and will call in an Rx for the pill version.  I told DD that she is going to take it, even if it tastes like caca-poopoo-blechblechblech.  AHHH!!  Nurse just called back to say the Rx has been called in, and it’s a pill she can swallow, even in a mouthful of food, not the tongue dissolving kind.  YAY!!!  DD is feeling much more hopeful about the day.  So am I. 

So now I wait a bit and head out to the pharmacy.  I might wait until dinner, since DD has to take it with food.  Stop at the pharmacy, get her a cheeseburger from Wendy’s and get that pill in her. 

Time to give her more Benedryl. 

Ever want to put your kid in a bubble?



We had a great week of VBS at our church last week.  Summer Seaquest.  We had 54 kids and oodles of fun.  I played the Admiral (dressed, in of all things, a donated Air Force Academy dress uniform 😆 ).  Basically, I welcomed the kids, led them in song,  got them all riled up before going to class; then did their quizzing at the end of the night, more singing, and got them all riled up again to go home.razz  Lots of fun! 

The program itself is very competitive with the kids assigned to teams, and earning points for serving at home, in the community, and at VBS, as well as learning the Gospel presentation and memorizing Scripture.  My daughter came in 2nd place over all in individual points.  She did great!thumbsup.gif

More stuff:

I ordered our new curriculum Saturday night.  Sticking with BJU for most of it, but switching DD12 to Apologia  for science, and Teaching Textbooks  Pre-Algebra for math.  (She had been using Saxon for the past two years.) 

I can’t believe she’s going to be in 7th grade this year!  And my youngest is starting 1st grade.  Where does the time go?

Not just a cliche – a good question.  I spent hours last night and earlier today organizing photos on my harddrive to copy them to CD.  I’m almost done with the family photos.  (I’m talking years of photos! 😳 )  Such precious memories.  The time really does fly!

And still more stuff…

Researching bunk beds and bedroom furniture for my boys online.  Seeing what’s out there.  Already gave my husband sticker shock today.  He has no concept of the cost of decent (not top of the line, just decent) furniture.  Looking for good deals.  I’ll be checking out a few places locally, too.  I hate this kind of stuff.  And everybody and their brother tells you a good place to shop.  All fine and good, except that they’re all 20 miles away from each other.  I just want bedroom furniture! [/minirant]

What else, what else, what else.  Not much else.  It’s a beautiful day in my neck of the woods.  😀