When A Child Begins to Understand Food Allergies

We were at my sister’s house for dinner. My nephew asked for a glass of chocolate milk. So my son, who is allergic to milk, asked for one as well. Before we could respond, my three year old nephew said this to my two-and-a-half year old son.

“You can’t have milk. It will make you sick.”

My sister and I looked at each other with proud parent eyes. After two years of us frantically making sure that the two boys – just eight months apart – didn’t switch sippy cups, her son understood that there were certain foods my son couldn’t have.

And then the moment was gone. My nephew kept repeating himself to the point of toddler taunting. My son replied “don’t talk to me like that,” which is what he says when he’s told something he doesn’t want to hear, usually when he’s being reprimanded, only in this case it was appropriate and a little bit disheartening too.

Up until this incident we haven’t really explained to our son that he has food allergies. We didn’t think he understood. We gave him a book about food allergies this Christmas but to him it was just about a bunch of bugs. Whenever he asks for a food he’s allergic to, we reply “it’ll make your tummy hurt.” And so far, that’s been sufficient, until now.

The morning after the above incident, our very first conversation included this exchange:

Him: “Mommy, B said I couldn’t have milk. It will make me sick.”

Me: “Yes, that’s right.”

Him: “I told him don’t talk to me like that.”

Me: “Yes, you did…”

Him: (Interrupts me) “I not sick.”

Me: “No, honey, you’re not sick. But milk will make you sick. It makes your tummy hurt.”

Him: “My tummy not hurt. My milk is in the fridge.”

Me: “Yes but the milk B drinks is a different kind and will make your tummy hurt.”

And then he looked at me confused about the difference between cow’s milk and soy milk and I realized we’ve arrived at the gray area I’ve been dreading. The place where he’s starting to understand but doesn’t quite get that there are different kinds of milk, cheese, yogurt, ice cream, cookies, cakes, pancakes – all the “normal” things we feed him made without the foods he’s allergic to.

I tried turning our morning conversation into a teaching moment by reading the food allergy book to him but he wanted nothing to do with the bugs, or his food allergies for that matter. So, I’ll just try to learn from it instead.

When did your child begin to understand food allergies? How did you explain it?

Joining the Club

Many years ago, way before I had my son, when I was just a single gal with married friends starting families, it annoyed me when those friends insinuated that I just didn’t get “it” because I wasn’t a mother. That I couldn’t understand what it was like to be one until I joined this exclusive club myself.

Ok, maybe not. But then explain it to me. I could certainly empathize(or maybe its sympathize) that becoming a mother was indeed a big change.

Yeah, not so much.

I was naive. It is one of those experiences that you just can’t fully comprehend until you’ve lived it yourself – the monotonous first days, weeks and months; having to take care of ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING for this tiny, human being from the big things like feedings and diaper changes to the little things you take for granted for yourself like clipping fingernails; watching the sun set on a long day, being bone tired, and realizing that the work day is not over yet, not by a long shot.

And I wondered, why had one that no one prepared me for this? Did they all really forget?

I don’t think so. At least, not intentionally.

I don’t think the “secrets of motherhood” are withheld until you officially become a member by giving birth. There are plenty of books written about the experience and plenty of moms willing share their stories. But, at least in my case, I was so focused on the pregnancy – what to expect, if you will – that I didn’t give any thought to what comes next. For me, giving birth was the end of the road. I didn’t realize that’s when the hard work begins. I was wearing rose-colored, first-pregnancy glasses.

Not this time, baby. Glasses are off! And yet, I’ve chosen to have another child. In some ways, this pregnancy is scarier because I know there are many sleepless nights ahead. But I also know that it gets easier with time. And its totally worth it!

I’m not sure why all women don’t share what the journey to motherhood is really like. Maybe they’ve blocked it out. Maybe they don’t want to scare another would-be mom away from one of the greatest experiences in life with horror stories of all the bad stuff that comes along with it.

Or maybe its simply mommy-brain, the memory loss that results from lack of sleep, shifting hormones, and way too many items on the daily to-do list.

For me, that’s it. I’m happy to share my experiences – the beautiful and the ugly – with anyone who asks…at least, what I can remember of them.

This post was inspired by Exploiting My Baby by Theresa Strasser, a book about the comedic writer’s first pregnancy. As a member of the From Left to Write Book Club, I received a copy of the book for free. This post is not intended as a review.

These Shoes Were Made for Running

These are my running shoes. They’ve been hanging out with the dust bunnies in my closet for over a month now. I know they miss the pavement – I miss the pavement – but here they are, getting no action.

It would be easy to blame the weather. Temps under 40, gusty winds, inches of snow on the sidewalks where they usually roam.

But, truth be told, the weather is only half the problem. You see, I’ve just been so darn tired, I haven’t felt like lacing them up. And the nausea. Don’t get me started on the nausea. Who wants to run when you feel like you might lose your lunch along the way?

Fortunately, like the Groundhog, I’m looking forward to an early spring. I’m 14 weeks into my second 40 week journey to motherhood and starting to feel like myself again.

Yes, my friends, I’m expecting!

So, while the weather has made running a challenge, the real challenge has been the first trimester. I’m hoping to continue running at a modified pace through my second trimester and then start training again after the baby is born for a 5K in the fall. This is my hope.

We’ll see how the belly holds up.

Any running advice for this mommy-to-be?

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