…is discovering you made a mistake that means your son still has a chance at his second safe food!
(Who needs flowers and chocolates, right?)
OK, so, here’s the deal. Pork is still a trial in progress.
I know, I know…yesterday I was all “doom and gloom” about how Zac had reacted to the pork with FPIES symptoms. He DID have those symptoms. They ARE all FPIES things.
Yesterday morning, though, I made a startling discovery that instantly put pork back on the table.
It all started Tuesday night.
I loaded the dishwasher and ran it right before I went to bed, as usual. Wednesday morning, I started cooking breakfast right away, before I unloaded the dishwasher. Then I served breakfast. Right after breakfast is when Zac started up with the blow-out diarrhea.
So I never got the chance to unload the dishwasher all day on Wednesday! (It was one of those days, you know?) I just reached in to the clean dishwasher and grabbed things as I needed them throughout the day.
Thursday morning I started breakfast cooking, and immediately went to unload the dishwasher so I could load and run it again.
Only…what is this STUFF all over my silverware? And look! It’s on my glass pitcher, too? It looks like…what!! It’s DISHWASHING SOAP!
On closer inspection, it turns out that my very old dishwasher DID run…but it didn’t do it properly. Somehow it managed to not use all the soap in the dispenser to wash, and instead simply distributed dishwashing soap all over every item in my dishwasher.
So starting with breakfast on Wednesday morning (the day of the FPIES reaction), I was unwittingly handing Zac bowls and spoons and forks that were absolutely covered in dishwashing soap!
Why is my dishwashing soap a problem? Because it’s corny.
Why haven’t I switched dishwashing soap yet? Because so far, Zac has never shown any reaction signs to the soap, and finding corn-safe (and other allergy safe) dishwashing soap is easier said than done. (It’s been on my ever-growing list of things to research and change, but other things kept shoving it down in priority.)
So, I CORNED Zac on Wednesday, and he reacted.
Thursday morning, he asked for pork specifically. In fact, he asked to eat pork four different times throughout day!
He didn’t eat a lot, because his tummy was still a little out of whack, but he wanted to eat it; he even sucked off as much of the pork broth from the meat as he could! In the end, I served him some pork broth in a cup at dinner time and he drank it right up!
All day long he had one single poopy diaper, and it was PERFECT.
So the pork trial continues, and it’s the best thing I ever got for Valentine’s Day in my entire life.
So far. (Hint, hint, Darrel!)
(And yes, I’m beating myself up a little for not being more observant on Wednesday, but you know what? I’m only human. An exhausted, non-morning-person Mama who had a really bad day on Tuesday that completely threw off my game. It won’t happen again, believe you me!)
Thanks for the words of comfort and prayers. We cherish them all. Keep praying for pork, everyone!
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all!
I hope you have a great time with your loved ones this weekend!