Two scary things have happened in two weeks:
1. We knew my nearly two-year old daughter had an intolerance for eggs. But apparently it's progressed into a full-blown allergy. Between 6-9 months, we introduced her to scrambled egg yolks, then scrambled egg whites. She would vomit within the hour, but was otherwise unaffected. We laid off the breakfast eggs, and were just thankful that she takes the flu shot fine and can eat baked goodies with eggs fine. But two Saturdays ago, she dipped her toast into the tiniest piece of my husband's sunny-side-up eggs and immediately broke out in hives, face swole up and was aggressively scratching at her throat. Due to some quick thinking, we administed 1/2 teaspoon of Benadryl and raced her to the doctor. Slowly, we noticed the symptoms disappearing while we waited. By the time she saw the doctor, she was back to normal. The doc told us to give her another 1/2 teaspoon of Benadryl and keep her cool, but he thought she would be fine. We're going to talk to her pediatrician about a food allergy test at her two-year old check-up in a few weeks.
2. Thursday night, the DH and I head to well-deserved party while my Mom kept the kids. We're there maybe 20 minutes when the phone rings and my Mom's screaming for us to come home. My 3 1/2 year old son was watching Shark Week with my Mom, raced to get a toy during the commerical and tripped and fell, busting his bottom lip in half on his way back. We spent most of the night in the ER where he had to get 8 stitches. It was horrible. The doctor and nurses essentially tied him up and pinned him down in order to sew him up. Broke my heart. The DH and I tried our best to talk to him and keep him occupied, but he wasn't buying it. Four days later, it's healing well and he doesn't remember anything about the ER.
Two scary moments. I'm so thankful my kids are ok.