Wednesday morning, we were out of Knox's usual breakfast items (bananas, waffles, yogurt, etc.). So, we (really I) decided to scramble up an egg and give that a try. I know that eggs are considered one of the higher risk foods as far as allergies are concerned, but since I used eggs in his birthday cake and other things, I assumed we were in the clear for that allergy.
BOY. WAS. I. WRONG.
He immediately had some redness in his little bottom lip and chin, but it didn't seem to be progressing. I laid him down for his morning nap at 10:00, and when I got him up at 12:00, he looked AWFUL. His entire face and body were covered in whelps, hives, rashes, and his left eye and right ear were completely swollen. The sweet little guy that he is didn't really seem to be bothered by all of this...that is until the doctor told me that I needed to give him the epi pen and take him to the ER right away. If any of you moms out there have ever had to use an epi pen on your baby, then you know how unbelievably difficult that was. I KNEW it was going to help him (even save his life), but I also knew that it was going to hurt him so bad. And his screams and tears definitely let me know.
Somehow, I made it to Children's Hospital. I'm not really sure how because I was sobbing uncontrollably and praying ceaselessly. Once we arrived, they took us back immediately - which told me that his situation was indeed very serious. My poor guy was stuck innumerable times with needles and IVs, and had countless nurses and doctors inspecting him all over. He was, needless to say, scared to death (I really wanted to curse right there...but I shall refrain), as were we. They finally seemed to get the swelling and rash under control, but because of the sheer amount of drugs they pumped into his little body, they required us to stay overnight at the hospital in the Special Care Unit.
Of course, by this point, my mom, my dad, and my sister (Jackie) had all arrived in Birmingham. Unfortunately, there wasn't much any of us could do because of their visitation policies, so I sent Kurt and my dad home to get some rest, while my mom and sister stayed up all night long with me in the waiting room. At midnight, my sister surprised me with my first birthday gift in hopes of cheering me up and lightening the mood.
Knox was able to get a few hours of sleep despite being hooked up to all sorts of IVs and monitors. I was thankful for that.