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By: Amy Martin | AFAA Editorial Contributor
That day was the catalyst for all the days and mostly nights of research I would do, searching for an answer.
            I must have eaten too much, my stomach hurts, he said. My eyes darted to his plate and instantly I felt sick, too. His fruit was untouched. All that had been eaten was a couple bites of his sandwich.  Our instructions were clear and the same as always, One grilled cheese, cut in half with a side of fruit. He has a severe peanut allergy.  Same as always, we were assured it would be fine.  Clearly, it was not.  I gave my husband the look, then took my son to the hand washing station outside where we washed his face, hands and tongue as well as we could. 

            I made a quick stop at the kitchen to inform them we were having a reaction and they assured me it was impossible as they took proper precautions. I sat down to the table and realized the look meant eat all my fries in my absence to my husband.  Annoyed but preoccupied, I noted that my sons mouth had begun to bleed. It was swelling on the inside. A manager came by to again tell me they prepared his food safely (a conversation with her later revealed there were not peanuts near his food, only peanut butter. PEANUT BUTTER!!!) and to get my contact info for follow up later. 

            Our friends at dinner with us pointed out the hives popping up on my sons mouth. I told my husband that maybe I should inject him with his Epipen, which we keep with us at all times. We hesitated. (Not a mistake I would make again) Instead, we ran out the door and drove across the street to urgent care where they administered my sons first life-saving dose of epinephrine.

            As I contemplated if it was legal to wrap him in bubble wrap and lock him in his room rather than send him to kindergarten, as he was supposed to begin the following week, I decided that I could never trust anyone to prepare his food safely and therefore, avoidance was no longer the only viable option for us.

            As awful as that day was for us, as much as I loathe that restaurant and their carelessness that could have cost me my five-year-olds life, that day had to happen.  That day was the catalyst for all the days and mostly nights of research I would do, searching for an answer. I could not play defense anymore. It wasnt working. In order to stop living in fear of the next time, we needed to meet this food allergy head on.



Barb Haley
09/12/2014 4:35am

Good article Amy- and you left your readers hanging-- wanting more---

12/19/2014 6:44am

Education is being considered a thing that can only be used in professional lives while personal life remains unaffected by it as long as it keeps the money flowing inside your pocket. This view of education is very bad and it neglects the development of a person.


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