Yesterday was my son’s first birthday. We had a lovely party over the weekend celebrating with family. Since our house is on the market I debated if I wanted the extra work. I couldn’t hold back. After the year we had I wanted something for him to enjoy!! I bawled my eyes out on the way home from the grocery store the morning of the party. My son’s special birthday treat was lemon ice rather than cake. It was more of a reminder that still, after a year my son struggled with food sensitivities. I can’t tell you the blame and guilt I have on myself. Why can’t I figure it out? With all of the doctor appointments, 7 milk/formula changes, all the tests, new bottles, elimination diets, food journals, dietitians why can’t I find answers? My son is on Neocate Formula ($45/can) and peaches and pears, along with Miralax and probiotics.
Andrew’s birthday party was a blast. It was Mickey Mouse themed and we enjoyed it. I didn’t allow myself to get caught up in my thoughts. I just let go and enjoyed the day. I have to enjoy the special moments and not let the rest consume us.
Yesterday, on my son’s actual birthday, I took him in for food intolerance testing with my mother. It’s called MRT testing and they collect blood and test 155 foods for sensitivities. It took four of us to hold him down and about 40 minutes later it was complete. While this was his 5th time having to get blood work in his little life I can assure you it was no easier. These were my notes leading up to my decision to go forward with the test.
Why MRT testing:
- Want this to be last blood work for a long time & while he doesn’t remember
- A chance to figure out diet now
- Tired of playing Russian roulette with food
- So hard to see him in pain so much
- I feel pretty sure its food sensitivity but can’t figure culprit
- It has to be additive right?
- Not convinced cmpa
- Don’t know if I trust igg or alcat testing
- Skin prick testing is allergy and negative, this tests for sensitivities.
We will get the results in two weeks.
My second stop was to the fire station. I had to get Andrew’s car seat turned around now that he is 1 and 22 pounds. Up until now every car ride is bloody murder crying. I literally scraped puke off the leather seat and couldn’t get it all off as the fireman took the seat off to turn it around. (Please see our story on Car Puke: http://www.poohnuggets.com/?p=32.) While I know you keep a child turned backwards as long as you possibly can in his case we wanted to turn his around as soon as we could for his relief. At least this may be the best gift I could give him today.