This was supposed to be a recipe post.
There were supposed to be cute pictures of Jackson making cookies with Mommy.
There was supposed to be a picture of yummy looking cookies. Maybe even a picture of Jackson eating a yummy cookie.
This is what we have instead:
Another allergic reaction. It was actually much worse than it looks in the pictures.
Yesterday Daddy mentioned he would like some oatmeal cookies. I had an egg free oatmeal cookie recipe I wanted to try, so I thought I would make them today. We don’t really give Jackson sweets, partly because we try to give him healthy foods and partly because everything has egg in it. I didn’t think it was fair to him for us to eat yummy cookies and not be able to give him some too. So, I found this recipe.
While making the cookies I let Jackson stand on a chair at the counter to help. He was more interested in playing with the bowls and measuring cups. After I used up the last of the vanilla, he wanted to play with the bottle, which of course ended up in his mouth. I didn’t think anything of it because I was right there and the cover was on tightly. He got antsy so I let him down. After I got the first batch on the cookies sheets I went and changed his diaper and noticed a red spot on the side of his mouth. I still didn’t think anything of it. I went back in the kitchen and made another pan of cookies. I was gone maybe 5 minutes. Something told me to go check on Jackson. So, I went back in the living room. His whole neck, mouth, face and chest were covered in hives and he was clawing himself to death. I immediately grabbed the bottle of Benadryl. This is what Daddy walked into when he came home from work. We tried not to panic this time, even though the hives were much worse this time. We gave the Benadryl time to work and put socks on Jackson’s hands so he couldn’t scratch himself. He didn’t have any difficulty breathing and his lips and tongue were not swollen. Eventually the hives did get better. He even ate a decent dinner. When I put him to bed they were almost gone.
At first we thought he must be allergic to the vanilla. But, after Grammy suggested there might have been egg on the vanilla bottle, I think that is more likely. Now I want to scrub down everything in the kitchen. I feel so stupid for not being more careful. My poor cubby was miserable and it was my fault.
We are so thankful that Jackson is ok. It could have been a lot worse. Thank God it wasn’t.
At any rate, the cookies were yummy. It was not my proudest moment when I realized there were no eggs in the batter, so it was ok to eat. At least I had a good chunk of points left for the day.