First official “scare” with the allergy…which made for a frightening afternoon celebrating Fathers Day. As Kennedy was finishing up her dinner of spaghetti and meatballs at Forno (where we have eaten with her a half a dozen times before), she looked across the table at me and her eyes widened beyond her normal “goofy” face…and she immediately teared up and stated she was going to be sick. With some probing, she then admitted her throat was scratchy. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen John as terrified as he was at that moment. I mean, we checked everything with the waitstaff..twice in fact. We gave her benadyl and within seconds, she was back to her normal goofy self. We assume she ate too quickly..but good god, was that a terrifying few minutes while we started at her, epi pen in hand, ready to administer it for the first (and hopefully last) time. So lucky it didn’t come to that…and pray it never does. Just a good reminder I suppose that we can just never be too careful…or let our guard down. #stupidmeanterribleallergy
