Today we took Trent to an Allergen Specialist. He had to have the dreaded “scratch test’. Pretty much they stuck him with 32 needles in a matter of 10 seconds. He didn’t even cry. I had told him before the appointment what was gonna go down so that he knew. I am not one for painful surprises when it comes to my kids. If something is going to hurt, I tell them. I feel that is one of the first steps to the vital parent/child trust system.
The results were not what we wanted, but in all honesty, what we needed. Trent is severely allergic to dust mites, cats and mold. Here is a enpicture of his test results:
It’s pretty simple, they poke you with needles that have allergens on them, if an area swells, it shows what you are allergic to. A bad allergy swells to the size of about the tip of a Q-tip. So as you can see, we have a pretty serious issue. (A good home has to be found for our cats, as this is stressing my husband out tremendously…) On the plus side, he has no food allergies…
If you know my little boy, you know that he has been covered in horrible itchy, swollen, bloody reds spots the majority of his life, with no doctor being able to tell me what was wrong. Well, Trent starts school this Fall and there is no way I would ever send my child to school covered in open wounds. Do you know the kind of germs they are packing in public schools?! Gross.
In a nut shell, the allergens (dust mites, cats, mold spores) cause a reaction which has been causing the swelling, which causes the itching & breathing problems. Add to all of that, a nasty and life long case of severe eczema and now asthma and it equals one very uncomfortable little boy. As if it couldn’t be any worse, the sores on his legs are infected. Multiply that by no insurance and you have two very concerned parents… All of our savings have now gone into treating our son. Guess that’s what we were saving for, right? I am just happy we had money set aside so we could do something for him. He is going to be on five medications by next week and we are crossing our fingers for improvements within a month or two.
Living in the humid Midwest, in a house over a hundred years old, and you see the giant amount of work ahead of us in regards to making this house livable for Trent. Moving is no longer an option, financially. Knowing that our home is what has caused our son so much pain and suffering his entire life, is a horrible thing to deal with as a parent.
I know this post is somewhat of a downer, but my main point is, I am grateful that there is something I can do to help my child. No matter how bad a situation seems, no matter how stressful or financially draining, I have the power to help my son. I can not even put into words how grateful I am for that. ♥