Three years ago, my youngest son nearly died from ingesting peanut butter at school. None of us knew he had any food allergies. I’m grateful it happened at school because the nurse had an epi-pen and she saved his life.
Days after this trauma, we brought him to an Allergist and we discovered he had countless food and seasonal allergies. My husband and I were already trying to recover from the near death trauma. Seeing his back blow up as seen in this picture caused further shock.
But by early 2018, it was apparent that his health was on the wrong path, despite our knowledge of and treatment of his allergies. His diet became more and more limited. He preferred only carbohydrates. He had frequent headaches and tummy aches and his bowl movements were increasingly sick in nature. He had severe eczema around his eyes, ears and groin area. He had lethargy and severe congestion in his nasal cavity which caused for multiple sinus infections. His left ear was constantly swelling and red in appearance. His cheeks were always red. He complained of ear pain and strange sounds in his ear. He was unable to comprehend what was happening to him. So his anxiety was becoming increasingly worse. He was gaining weight, or, blowing up like a balloon. He was in a fog.
During his 2018 school year it was clear that comprehension was worsening. He was stagnating in his cognitive development. 5 years below an expected reading level was not acceptable to us. Something was not right on so many levels.
The pediatrician blamed the plethora of symptoms and delayed comprehension on the fact that he has Autism. She blamed his physical problems on poor diet, severe mucus, headaches and ear pain due to seasonal allergies.
We were not satisfied with these answers. My husband pushed to see a bio-medical nutritionist. I pushed to have him get learning disability evaluations. The blood work ordered by the nutritionist showed celiac disease and severe wheat intolerance. We were told his allergies worsened over the past several years because of the undetectable celiac disease. The weight gain/bloating was from internal inflammation from the celiac.
Learning evaluations showed alarming deficits and disabilities. We found answers because we went rogue. I was on an Island grasping at straws to figure out what the hell was wrong with my son.
Finding answers provided some sense of relief. It helped us understand why his health was going in a frightening direction. We started him on a gluten-free diet immediately, and added many supplements into his diet. We have seen marked improvements in all of the symptoms. It’s rather astounding. He no longer needs daily allergy medications, his eczema is virtually non-existent. He has more energy, no more headaches and stomach aches.
Additionally, his expressive/receptive language has improved but is still significantly delayed. He is unable to tell us what he just read a paragraph in an elementary level book. So, we are bringing him to all sorts of specialists for that as well.
As we wait for results from additional testing, we remain scared. It is sometimes difficult to have faith and hope. As we wait, I sometimes find myself stuck in anger reflecting on how his pediatrician defaulted to Autism and Allergies as answers to his issues.
“We did not consider a celiac test because your son does not present as a typical celiac kid. He is getting taller and not underweight, so it can’t be that.” claimed the pediatrician after I showed her the 75 pages of blood work results. She scoffed at the blood work I showed her and ordered her own blood work. When the staggering numbers for celiac came back, she back peddled. I ignored her. I was angry.
I realize that my anger will not make things better or move faster. If I get stuck in the anger, I sink into the self blame, too.
I wish time would move faster, so that we knew all the answers and understood how to fully help him.
I am exhausted from the waiting.