Glory was only 8 months old when she had an anaphylactic reaction from licking a piece of scrambled egg.
Everything changed that day.
We soon found out she was allergic to several other foods, as well. The allergist told me I could only feed her one new food every two weeks, and she could only have 1/2 a teaspoon. For five days, she would be allowed another 1/2 teaspoon. We couldn’t consider any food safe until she made it to the fifth day without any reaction.
We no longer brought foods into our house unless they were Glory-safe. It was too big of a risk for her. Everyday, random hives would appear on her face and I had to wonder what she had touched. I carried her everywhere we went because it wasn’t safe to let her down to explore.
She would immediately break out in hives if we even went into a house where food was being cooked. Her face would turn red and blotchy when we walked through a grocery store. The air was a danger to her.
So we stayed home. For years. No play dates. No church. No visiting the relatives. It just wasn’t worth risking her life to be social. Home was the only safe place. That sounds extreme. And it was. But it was our reality. It was the scariest, most stressful, most tiring season of my life. I cried a lot. I was the only person in the world who knew how to keep her safe. It was an enormous responsibility and I always felt inadequate. What if I let my guard down and she died?
People didn’t understand. How could they? You never really understand something until you live it. Even now, you might be wondering if I overreacted. And that’s okay. I’d rather be too careful than not careful enough.
But that’s not actually what this post is about. I only told you all of that to give you an understanding of why I’m so thankful to have made it this far.
I never could have imagined the difference ten years would make. Glory is strong, confident, quirky, and amazing. Things have gotten easier. She still avoids many foods, but she is able to be in public places now. We can go to church and visit friends. She enjoys having her own food wherever we go, especially if I make it look pretty. The more colors and textures there are, the better.
Of course, I would love to see her completely healed. But I’m also thankful to God for this journey. 💕