Peanut Desensitization is a go!
About a week ago, the Princess and I headed to the local lab to have her blood drawn to confirm her allergy for her Oral Immunotherapy (OIT). It was a critical step in making sure she not only HAD an allergy but was allergic enough to need such a drastic step.
Monday morning, we got the call we’d been waiting for. The Princess still has a class 6 peanut allergy and the allergist was ready to go ahead with her OIT. After a call to the insurance company to double confirm what would be covered, we were scheduled. The Princess starts OIT next Tuesday, June 11.
To be honest, the phone call was sort of a mixed bag for me. I was hoping, I guess, that some miracle had happened and the Princess’s allergy would have disappeared. That we’d get a call telling us that she’d managed to do something rare or impossible and that she wasn’t allergic to peanuts at all anymore. And then, we’d all give hugs and high fives and wonder how long her allergy had been gone.
Of course, that wasn’t the call we got. The call we did get was the next best thing; the Princess’s way out of her allergy, God and Science and everything else willing. At 1 o’clock in the afternoon on a Tuesday in June the Princess will willingly consume something that has been akin to poison in our family for the last 12 years. She’ll consume as much of it as her body can tolerate and then she’ll come home and consume that much twice a day for a week when we start everything over again.
Do you know how weird that is? How contrary and strange it feels? How, for so long we’ve told the Princess what to eat and what not to eat and that eating the wrong things could kill her. We taught her to be cautious and wary and to always ALWAYS err on the side of caution. And then, next Tuesday in a doctor’s office we’re going to do the opposite. I know we’re not throwing caution to the wind. I know this is an educated choice at giving the Princess the best, easiest, happiest and healthiest future. But, it’s hard to know that we’re willingly participating in an allergic reaction when we’ve spent so very long doing everything possible to prevent them.
Big Daddy is running the show for now. Big Daddy who won’t panic or second guess. Big Daddy who is firm and assertive. Big Daddy that engulf our baby if she needs engulfing. Mama is shorter than the Princess now.
Wish our (not so) little girl well, will you?