I joined the club today. The “Mom’s-who-carry-epi-pens-in-case-their-child-has-a-severe-allergic-reaction” club.
Not as fun as bunko.
Twin B. was hanging out with his grandma and grandpa when he started having an allergic reaction, presumably to a guinea pig they were babysitting.
By the time I got there, his face was red and splotchy, and his eyes were swelling. I started calling our doctor on my cell and threw B. in the van, thinking we’d drive the three minutes home and he’d have some Benadryl and be fine.
But while I was sitting at a stoplight, still waiting for the nurse to call me back, I looked in the rearview mirror and B’s eyes had swollen shut.
And without waiting to hear back from Katie, the nurse at our pediatric office, I knew what she would tell me.
Trust your instincts, mom.
I drove straight to the ER.
They gave him a shot of epi about 30 seconds after our arrival.
He’ll be fine. No doubt some allergy testing is in his future. Along with a few epi pens, just in case.
I’ll be fine, too.