Debbie Runs a 5K

My alarm went off at 5:10 a.m., and I swear it felt like I’d just gone to bed a minute ago. I groaned and laid there for a second, realizing that I’d gotten chilled because I didn’t throw the comforter over me before I fell asleep last night. The compulsion was strong to not just pull the blanket up around me, warm up and fall back asleep.

Instead, I kicked off the sheet and got moving. Today was the last training day in my schedule for a Couch to 5K running program, and I wasn’t about to blow off the day I actually make it to my goal.

Morning after morning, I’ve honed my prep routine through trial and error. I put my contacts in, drank a glass of water and brushed my teeth. Took a hit of my puffer, stood still while I held my breath and let the medicine work, exhaled to let the medicine back out and went to put on my running clothes. Dressed to shoes, I took my second hit from my puffer, grabbed my phone and earbuds and snuck out the front door.

I’ve tried various forms of eating something before running, but it results in stomach cramps every. single. time. One morning I forgot to grab breakfast and was fine. These aren’t long runs, so not eating isn’t really a problem at all with energy.

Out the front door, I was hit by a blast of cold air and fog.

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I had a friend tell me once that her favorite running temperature was 55 degrees. I thought she was crazy at the time, but then another friend of mine – when I complained about having trouble dressing for the weather appropriately – told me I should dress how I normally would for temps 20 degrees above actual.

Basically, even though I was shivering through my warm-up walk, my run felt like a run in 72-degree weather. Absolutely perfect.

With about a minute left to my warm-up walk, I stopped in front of a neighbor’s house to stretch. My lower back is getting cranky on me as I persist with this whole running thing, but I’m able to pretty much keep it in check through the help of stretching and copious use of a foam roller in the evenings.

As soon as it was time to run, I hit “start” on the MapMyRun app and started hitting the pavement. The MapMyRun app automatically starts my playlist, so – though I prefer the quiet, sleepy neighborhood walk for my warm-up – music started blaring in my ears.

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I used to think that fast & loud music was the ticket to forgetting the physical pain I was experiencing… but it turns out I prefer alternative (old and new). You know that feeling you used to get when your favorite song came on the radio? That giddy glee like, “YEAH, I LOVE this song!!” That’s the kind of music I like the run to.

I started running and didn’t stop until I hit the 30 minute mark.

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Bam.

That, ladies and gents, is a first since 2010. People who run probably giggle at this post, because 3.1 miles isn’t actually all that long in the grand scheme of the long distance races people take on these days. But I’m still throwing big confetti, because it’s a goal I’ve had for 8 weeks (okay, probably 6 months but it took me awhile to get running in the first place), and I nailed it!

Today is a great day. It would have been so much lamer if I’d pulled that blanket around my shoulders and ignored my alarm this morning.

Think you can run 5K? I know you can. I know you can, because eight weeks ago I felt like I was going to die when I ran 3 minutes straight. I lamented that Wisconsin has hills (Dallas didn’t). I fussed because I needed new shoes when money was tight. My stomach hurt when I ran (it doesn’t anymore). I had to get up early (still do). I got lost – a lot – because I still don’t know my neighborhood. My phone battery is so weak I have to run on a full charge in order for it to survive all the way to the end.

There will always be things that stand in the way. In the end I wanted to be able to do this more than I wanted any of those things to be dealbreakers. And I followed Andy’s advice. I didn’t plan my life around running. I just planned my next run.

It Keeps You Running

The news I am about to report may seem a little far-fetched if you know me and my adoration for my annual workout.

I have now completed 7 out of 8 weeks of a Couch to 5K training program.

I am currently running about 2.25 miles without stopping, averaging about a 9’30” pace.

The journey here has been a fun one, for the most part. I, like so many claim, am not a natural-born runner. I hate getting hot. I hate being out of breath. I’m convinced I don’t sweat like I’m supposed to, my face instead turns bright red and puffy. Like all the sweat rushes to my pores, then says, “Nahhhhh” and just hangs out somewhere else.

My first run was ridiculous. I got lost. Stubbed my toe. (That toenail is black now, by the way. I’m official.) I had no running gear, so I basically looked like this, out on the road:

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But I kept going. Andy was right. I didn’t need to figure out how to plan my life around running. I just needed to plan my next run.

It took just one more run after that first one before I deemed my shoes unwearable. My feet grew a bit with each of my pregnancies, enough that my toes now rubbed the fronts of my shoes with each foot strike. A promise for more black toenails in the future. New shoes it was!

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I went to a schmancy running store this time… instead of the DSW like last time. Nothing wrong with the DSW, per se. I just had a problem to fix this time around, and I desired professional help.

Just a few weeks later – and tired of doing constant laundry to turn around my two running outfits – I bolstered my fitness clothes too. Now I definitely look the part.

Some things I’ve realized about myself during these 8 weeks.

  1. I really, really, really am a morning workout person. I would so rather get up at 5:45 am and be assured of getting my run in than try to find another random place to wedge it in during the day.
  2. Runners are crazy about data too! There is literally no end to the number of apps and contraptions you can download or buy to track just how your run is going. So, so many opportunities for data collection. I boot up two apps before I run. The C25K app – which tells me when to run and walk during the training session – and the MapMyRun app. I used to use Nike+. I don’t really know why I went looking for something else. MapMyRun tells me pace over splits (or pace per mile for each mile I’ve run) and also shows my pace across the elevation of my run route. Which…. how does it know??!

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  3. Wisconsin has HILLS TO PAY THE BILLS. Dear lord. But I think… no, I KNOW it’s making me a stronger runner. My pace at 7 weeks of training proves this to me. I’m a lot faster than I ever was in Dallas.
  4. My favorite thing about running is that I have more wiggle room in my diet. My true reason for being.
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  5. I love my new view. There is a nearby nature preserve that has hike/bike trails all around it. It’s a 4-mile loop. It’s my goal to run the whole thing as my regular workout. I think I’m capable of this.

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    It really does beat my old master-planned neighborhood sidewalks. As much as I liked them too.

    Although, if we’re being honest. I never had an issue getting lost in our old neighborhood. Just this past Saturday morning, I got so far out in our little nature conservancy I had to call Andy to come get me. YES, SERIOUSLY.

    First, I sort of miscalculated how long the main loop was in the first place. So there was problem #1.

    Also, there are a bunch of little offshoot trails. At our home nature preserve, Rock Springs, the trails had names. Big Oak, Prairie Path, etc. And on each trail marker, the arrows had the names of the trails on them. So you could, like, plan how long you wanted to be out, pick a corresponding trail, and then follow that trail around the park. Done and done.

    Our conservancy – being just a li-ttle more survivalist just has arrows on the path markers where the trail splits. As in: “You could go this way… or you could go this other way! Good luck, sucker! Maybe in Illinois you use cute names to help you get around, but this is Wisconsin. We don’t do that here. Also, try the cheese curds, they are delicious. Pending you get out of here alive.”

    And no, the trails are not marked on Apple Maps, and the forks in the road are like… a 25-degree angle difference, so to hell with your natural sense of direction too. My phone has battery issues, so it only lasts about 2 hours on a full charge. (Then it hangs at 1% battery for like 6 hours before dying at an unpredictable moment.)

    Basically, it’s not going to be long before the boys put out a missing person’s report on me after I fail to return home from a morning run. Some years later, they’ll find me, wandering the same [beautiful] trail, looking like my buddy here.

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And that’s all I have to say about that.

A Trip to the Allergist

Yesterday, Reid joined the cast of millions who are diagnosed with a food allergy. He had his first visit with the pediatric allergist, and I actually learned quite a bit during our exam. Here’s what I took away.

Warning: I am having trouble drawing the line between geeky/academic interest and high-level mom concerns with this recent foray into allergy-land. I’ll try and keep the details light, but I promise nothing.

  • Reid’s reaction to peanut butter last Sunday – while visually jarring – was mild. The mode of contact was mostly topical last time. If he eats it, we could expect that he’d get an itchy mouth and throat as well. He might also puke, just to keep things interesting.
  • Since Reid’s first reaction was hives, we have a really good chance that this is all he’ll ever have. (Whew!) Management of accidental exposure (i.e. if Reid has a reaction) will be through Benadryl, but the doctor still wanted us to have an EpiPen with Reid at all times. (Read: Doctors don’t mess around with peanuts, and there are no absolute guarantees.) For now, we keep the EpiPen.
    • Sidenote: We have a long term action plan for checking in annually (more on this in a minute) to make sure it is still needed. Thank goodness for that because those pens come in a pack of two and were over $200 [AFTER a $100 coupon was applied, HOLY mother of histamines], and they expire in a year. O_0
  • We are now armed with a sheet that lists “Benadryl” symptoms and “EpiPen” symptoms so that we know when to give which medication. Basically, be prepared that if we ever leave Reid with you, you will be getting a training on how to use the EpiPen. Consider it a resume builder.
  • Most food allergies are grown out of… except peanut and tree nut allergies.
  • Only 1 in 4 (or 5, depending on the literature you read) kids will grow out of a peanut allergy, which gives Reid a slim 20-25% chance of shaking this.
  • BUT, since Reid has a mild reaction to peanuts, he is upped to a 50/50 chance of outgrowing it. Yippee!

As for the rest of the visit…

We got ourselves all checked in at the front desk.

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Making sure I packed an ample supply of snacks

Reid gave the woman across from us in the allergist’s waiting room the full Prince Charming treatment. Like, seriously dude. This has to be sort of tiring, right?

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I’m surprised she didn’t melt at the sheer wattage of his smile here.

Eventually we got called back. Reid, being one of the youngest patients they see (perhaps he would *not* have been, had his parents waited until the pediatrician’s recommendation of not giving him peanut products until Age 2. Ahem), our room was a revolving door of nurses saying, “I hear that you are just adorable!!!”

As I write this, I realize this sounds somewhat mom-obnoxious. But I do believe a lot of this has to do with how just… small… Reid is.

We met with our allergist, who was great with Reid. Seriously this was the most calm he’s ever been during a physical exam. This is where we learned most of the things I outlined above. Then he decided to test Reid for not only peanut allergy but egg allergy as well. I guess there is a somewhat significant correlation of kids being allergic to both, and Reid has a distaste for eggs, so he won’t really touch an egg itself. He does A-OK with cookies, cakes, muffins, etc believe you me which all contain egg, but the doctor said that sometimes kids can tolerate them in small amounts like baked goods but not the whole food itself.

Personally? With Reid’s age, I was just thrilled that we weren’t doing the whooooooole comprehensive allergy testing. I mean, part of me wanted the most information possible, but it sure would have been a lot for my little guy.

The nurse dug out a toy for Reid to play with.

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It held his interest for a bit. By the time she came back to administer the test, he was pretty well done with it.

The test… device, I guess you’d call it?… itself reminds me of those injection-molded plastic sheets you’d get as a kid, where you had to pop out the toy and twist off any remaining nubs.

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It looked similar to this…

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… except I think the little arms came pre-loaded with the common allergens, so she was able to snap off the allergens she didn’t want to test for (bye-bye milk, wheat, soy, fish & shellfish!) and leave the egg and peanut before applying them on Reid’s back.

He did great. No fussing or complaining at all during the application, which took like 5 seconds total. I put his shirt back on, and we proceeded down the hall to let him pick a toy from the treasure chest.

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“NOW we’re talking!”

Best treasure chest ever!! There were big toys in there! Reid chose a Nerf football, and we commenced our 15-minute waiting period with many rounds of catch.

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Reid was also enamored with the pull-out footstool on the examining table.

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Every so often, a nurse would come in to check on us and leave the door open when she left. Reid took it upon himself to shut the door after them. I mean, we are always concerned with shutting doors and gates at our house (albeit for his safety), so Reid has now taken to compulsively shutting doors as well.

About halfway into the 15-minute period, after Reid shut yet another door, he turned around, backed up against the door, then proceeded to rub his back, back and forth, against the closed door – scratching like a bear would against a tree. I sort of knew what the test was showing us at that point.

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Voila! The results. The skin test includes two controls as a reference point. A positive control, where they scratch actual histamine into the skin, and a negative control of plain saline solution, so if the skin reacts with a welt to the pressure of the test itself, we know what that looks like. For the test to be considered positive, the welt must be as big as the histamine control. So here you see Reid is negative for egg allergy and positive for peanut.

So what now? Two key things:

1. We have a follow-up appointment in a year. At that point we’ll have two tests:

  1. A blood test that will quantify just how many reactive agents (IgE) are in Reid’s system. You could read this as “How prepared is Reid’s body for a fight?” The higher the amount of IgE in Reid, the lower his chances are of outgrowing the allergy. They will also monitor his IgE every year to see if his levels are dropping over time (i.e. if he is outgrowing it). That’s when we’ll know whether we need to keep renewing our annual EpiPen insurance policy.
  2. A full tree nut panel skin test. We are supposed to keep Reid away from tree nuts & tree nut products until then. 25% of kids who are allergic to peanuts are allergic to tree nuts as well.

2. After talking with the doctor and amongst ourselves, Andy and I have decided to make our house peanut free. We’ll reassess the need every so often. It’s not like Reid is in mortal danger if he consumes peanut products, but he does have a lovely reaction and isn’t all that comfortable during it. Plus, the doctor told us to assess the kids’ life stages. Reid is 1. He has zero inhibitions. He won’t obviously stay away from peanut butter if it’s within reach. Graham is 4. He knows the rules, but isn’t mature or responsible enough to be held accountable for adhering to them with 100% compliance. Obviously. He’s a kid. He gets messy when he eats. He smears peanut butter on the table and chair he sits in. He doesn’t always proceed directly to the bathroom to wash up. He and Reid wrestle, they kiss, they share toys.

Basically, if we decided to take on trying to contain peanut butter exposure within our home, it would be a lot of fuss every time we tried to bring out peanut butter. Plus it’s a lot of pressure for Graham. (“Go wash your hands!” “Rinse out your mouth.” “Don’t touch that!” “Throw that wrapper away!!!”) He feels so bad when he feels like he’s let us down, and I think he’d feel awful if he were responsible for giving Reid something he shouldn’t have.

Seems like a more obvious choice now, right? It could be totally different in 2-3 years. Until then, we as a family just take another little shuffle of a readjustment and give so much thanks that this is yet another very minor medical blip on the radar in the grand scheme. I’ll take it.

Post-Peanut Pediatrician’s Visit

Just a quick update before I start my day of work.

I picked Graham & Reid up from daycare mid-afternoon yesterday, and we headed to the boys’ pediatrician. Our appointment was at the tail end of the day, and both boys were tired. The office was also running just a bit behind schedule, which left me entertaining two wound up boys in a 6×10 room with nothing but a pile of books for just a li-ttle too long.

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Oh, just tottering around in Mom’s heels and my Elmo Canadian mounties shirt. What of it?

We had fun for the first 15 minutes, but the last 15 minutes found us in an escalated state: Graham shouting and bouncing off the walls and Reid wavering between gleeful joy and ugly crying tears. (Also? I had no pacifier.)

This was the state our pediatrician found us in when she walked through the operatory door. It was the first time I’d met her since Andy had handled any and all doctor visits while he was job hunting. Reid lit up when he saw her and started softly laughing in anticipation of what she was going to say to him. Graham was on her like a bug on a windshield.

“DOCTOR!DOCTOR!DOCTOR!DOCTOR! I can spell my name! G-R-A-H-A-M. DOCTORDOCTOR! Do you have band-aids? Reid has an allergy. Yesterday I had two germs but then I brushed my teeth and they were GONE. DOCTOR! My brother can’t eat peanut butter!!…. “

And on it went. Our pedi was amazing with him. She talked with me while every so often returning her attention to Graham and engaging him in conversation. Usually seeing what letter sounds he could identify and seeing if he could spell.

Reid cried intermittently – both when we paid too little attention to him and when we paid too much attention to him.

Oh yeah, did I mention I have laryngitis? So in the midst of Graham’s shouted proclamations of anything-that-occurs-to-him-at-the-moment and Reid’s cries, I squeak-barked out a recap of Reid’s reaction and our doctor probably mostly lip-read what I was saying.

All that preamble aside, here was the meat of the conversation:

We established that we do have a family history of peanut allergies (my brother, Tony). We went over the nature of Reid’s reaction. She asked a few clarifying questions and then started in on next steps.

“Well, there are two tests we can run now. A blood test and a skin/scratch test. I’d like for you to get the skin test, because it’s a little more accurate and gives us the most information, but you can do the blood test in addition if you really want to. I’ll also get you a prescription for an Epi-pen.”

This is where I told her that we’d had a few friends & family telling us that we were lucky that he’d had a mild reaction. She nodded. “So… is that right? Do you consider this a mild reaction?”

Her response: “Well, yes and no. ‘Yes’ that he didn’t have swelling in his tongue, around his mouth or any coughing.. nothing respiratory. And ‘no’ because food allergy can get worse with repeated exposure. Just because that didn’t happen this time doesn’t guarantee that it won’t happen next time. We just don’t know. So we’re just going to make sure we’re ready if it does.”

I asked her if we’re at the point of talking about whether we needed to be a peanut free household or if that’s a premature step (because it sure feels like it.) She said that those [the “where do we go from here”] questions are ones we’ll tackle with the allergist once we get Reid’s test results.

Now we have an appointment with a pediatric allergist next Tuesday morning. There we get to figure out if Reid is even old enough to undergo the skin test, if he’ll have bloodwork done and then there was another test, a food challenge study, thrown out as a possibility as well.

All of this sort of doesn’t feel real. It feels like we’ve triggered some sort of overreaction on the behalf of the pediatric medical community. Some grand “crying wolf,” of sorts. Like once we get in the office and get testing underway, he’ll test negative across the board and “overprotective mother” will be written in his chart somewhere in the password-protected section where they make special notes about such things.

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I never snapped a picture of Reid while he was broken out in hives, so all I have to go off of is my memory of what he looked like in that moment. Knowing from my line of work how unreliable our perceptions are, I’m starting to get embarrassed at all of this.

Oddly enough, this is what it felt like to first start telling people we were pregnant with Graham. I didn’t really feel any different. I had only one little at-home test to go off of (for awhile, anyway) but telling people (doctors, friends, family…) instituted instant excitement. A slew of doctor’s appointments. Dramatic lifestyle changes. All from one little sign that something very big was happening – even though day-to-day life felt no different. All while a little voice in my head worried “What if I’m wrong? What if I’m blowing this out of proportion? What if I go to the doctor and they don’t find anything? What if I have to go back and tell everyone I overreacted?” 

Back then, I sort of felt like I was living a lie for awhile. And, if we’re being honest, I feel like that now. It makes me thankful that Andy was there for Reid’s peanut butter aftermath. Maybe together – until next Tuesday’s appointment – we can convince ourselves that we’re not totally insane.

Aw, Nuts.

peanut-allergiesIt really had been such a lovely Mother’s Day. I was the first out of bed and was greeted by a cheery kitchen table display of cards and gifts. Next out of bed was Graham, who – as he was padding down the stairs – announced that I should open my special Mother’s Day chocolates that Daddy had bought me.

Really, spending money on gift wrap is a pretty ridiculous expense when you’ve got a 4-year-old around the house. Yet, we persist for some unknown reason.

The day meandered from this activity to the next. All at home, per my request, since home is where I’ve wished to be for the last two weeks.

After naps, the boys were hungry. I spied an unopened package of English muffins and announced that was what would be served, with peanut butter, for snack. I really should know better, because when I get that specific, it’s like demanding that some line item of the contract be renegotiated. And so it was.

“I DON’T WANT PEANUT BUTTER; I WANT JELLY!!!”
[parental gobbledegook spoken in gently reprimanding tones]
“…PLEAASSE!!!!”

The English muffins were prepared, the jelly muffin was quickly snubbed for “tasting weird” and the peanut butter muffin wasn’t met with much more enthusiasm. Reid, at his tender 17 months of age, wasn’t exactly sure what we wanted him to do with the puck-shaped snack with jaggedy sharp points sticking off the top. It was covered with sticky warm gloop though, so that clearly must’ve been the selling point.

He splayed out his chubby hand and laid it smack in the middle of the peanut butter, picked it up, looked at it, made a few fists in rapid succession, then reloaded his weapon and began making like William Wallace.

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“Guess it’s bath night… aww man, he’s getting it in his eye,” said Andy. He headed for the paper towel, ran some water on it and took to cleaning up our Kabuki artist. “Can you help me? He keeps rubbing his eye with his peanut-buttery hand.”

Eventually Andy grabbed Reid and headed upstairs for an actual washcloth and running water. I resumed my discussion with Graham, insisting that, no, jelly does not “go bad” or “turn rotten” but he probably just didn’t like the taste, which is fine… when a voice from upstairs came:

“Uhhh. We’re having an allergic reaction to peanut butter up here!”

I jogged up the stairs, figuring Reid’s eye was just irritated from the foreign material, when I was met by a smiling baby with wide, bright-red strips criss-crossing all over his face and small bumps raising among the red marks. His eye, yes, was red too and watering.

One thing I will say about myself, is that I have an uncanny ability to shut out emotion and lock into tactical mode in a crisis. Not that this was life-threatening, but OK, he was having a reaction to peanuts, so I guess maybe the word ‘crisis’ applies.

(That’s the thing about parenting. When something acute like a fever crops up, your mind just sort of downshifts into if-then scenarios. When you experience something for the first time, the possible paths of ALL THE WAYS THIS COULD PLAY OUT are darn near infinite – which makes being a new parent sort of exhausting.)

But in crises, I can deal. I don’t panic. I like this about me. “Put him on the counter, I’ll get the Benadryl.” We got a teaspoon of Benadryl in Reid, and then I told Andy we should get him in the bath to get any remaining peanut butter off of him.

While Reid was in the bath, I asked Dr. Google what symptoms I should watch for. The question in my head is always about escalation: 1) At what point do we call the nurse/doctor 2) At what point do we go to the ER.

Being a Sunday, our only real choice was the ER, and I wanted to avoid that as much as humanly possible. I gathered a list of respiratory reaction symptoms (runny nose, sneezing, coughing, wheezing) to look for, stopped in the kitchen to calm the wail of requests for a “PEAR!! MOMMY I DECIDED, I WANT A PEAR!!! MOMMY???” and headed upstairs to check on Reid and download the list of things to watch for to Andy.

Reid wasn’t in distress. He was happily kicking in the bath, loving all the attention. We noticed some mild swelling around his eye, but he wasn’t getting any worse otherwise.

An hour later, the hives were gone, and Reid just had the look of a kid who’d been crying his eyes out. Just a teeny bit rosy, with pink watery eyes and a bit of that under-eye puffiness.

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This morning I called his doctor’s office for a follow-up. His primary care pediatrician isn’t in the office today, and I insisted on seeing her – as this will be a fairly critical on-going issue we want her to be aware and mindful of. We go see her tomorrow for additional testing. Usually this is just a blood test that gives us an understanding of his immune sensitivity to the biggest known allergens. This is the first [and maybe only] step.

Reid has had persistent eczema all his life, so his pediatrician has brought up the idea of doing allergy testing before. Eczema, apparently, can be a reaction to an environmental or food allergy. I pray for God’s sheer grace that Reid doesn’t have a milk allergy because I’m not sure how our Moose would handle that news. Milk products are his life.

So, we’ll keep this posted as we learn more. Second kids, man. They think up a whole new bag of tricks just to keep you on your toes!!