Baseball and peanuts seem to go hand in hand.  This makes it terribly hard for a food allergy mom when her son wants to play baseball.  I have to be at every game, every practice, everything he goes to, otherwise, he can't go.  I know that when it comes to saving his life, I WILL inject him with epinephrine if necessary.

Last fall, Blake had a very scary reaction at a game where his dad was coaching.  Blake wasn't in Elliot's sight and he asked another parent if the team snack had nuts.  The parent said no, and another parent opened the snack for him.  They didn't know, and they were just trying to help, but the evening that followed for us was heartbreaking and traumatizing.  

This spring, I took action and let Blake's coaches know about his severe allergies and asked that they tell all parents to not allow food in the dugout and not allow any parents to open snacks for kids that aren't theirs.  They kindly accommodated my requests and even went further and asked me if I could provide a list of safe snacks that they could pass on to the other parents on the team.  

These parents have all followed the protocal, and they have brought safe snacks to each and every game.  For that, I'm SO Thankful.  

If you don't have a child with serious food allergies, you haven't had to watch as your child couldn't enjoy the cake at his friend's birthday party, or the popsicles at school.  You haven't had to calm down your child when they couldn't have a snack that all the other kids were having after a game that another parent said didn't have peanuts, because it actually did contain tree nuts, which he's also allergic to.

It has been such a relief to get to watch my kid be like every other kid after the games this spring.  To get to give him the same snack as all the other kids, to get to see him enjoy fitting in, rather than being treated like the "food allergy kid."  It has been so refreshing, and so wonderful to have other parents make an effort to help him be part of the team.  

So special thanks to the parents with my son's little league team.  My appreciation is so immeasurable.  I hope we get so lucky with this in the future.  

The Baseball Wife


I think one of the reasons us food allergy moms are so crazy (besides the obvious fact that our kid could die), is that we know how easy it is to make a mistake.  Little things can be so easily overlooked.

I recently bought some frozen yogurt from a brand that we buy our regular yogurt from.  I didn't even think to check the label.  

Then I was at home, spooning some of it into bowls for the kids to have for dessert, and the thought occurred to me that I wondered how they manufactured the yogurt with the flavors- like strawberry. 

And then I wondered if they shared equipment with nuts.  I turned around the package, the one I swore I thought I had already checked at the store, and there it was.  


Had I given this frozen yogurt to Blake, what would have followed would have been scary and traumatizing.  He likely would have thrown up multiple times, resulting in bendaryl and possibly epinephrine and a trip to the hospital.  

He asked why they weren't having the frozen yogurt, and I showed him the label, as I have been trying to do when we come across something that he can't have.  

Some food allergies aren't as severe and sensitive as Blake's.  So to add more confusion, the parents of some kids with allergies to foods processed in a shared facilities or shared equipment are ok with their kids having these foods.  

It's always super frustrating to have to explain to the mom that brought in the whole foods cupcakes to school that were made on shared equipment with tree nuts that my son can't have them when the other nut allergy dad says his kid can.  I literally had a mom once try to correct me on whether the cake she brought to school could contain allergens.  

The best way to combat allergic reactions is to ask the parent of the child with the allergies.  Leave it up to them.  Don't ask the kid if they can have it, ask their parents.  And for goodness sake, please don't tell the kid that there are no nuts in something- have their parents check the label.  

The Baseball Wife



I'm currently listening to my son, Blake, facetime with Elliot and talk about little league.  I was going through some of the Baseball Wife throwback posts, and this one fit perfectly!  This is a cute short post written by Rachel Eyre, wife to Willie Eyre about watching their son play baseball.  I often tell friends that I miss when Blake was REALLY into baseball.  He would make me watch daddy's games with him and pitch to him each time a batter was pitched to.  He would "run the bases" and talk about "Elliot Johnson" like the announcers did.  Nowadays, he has his own interests, and while he likes baseball, he enjoys the fun with his teammates a little more than the sport itself.  It's still so fun to watch him out there, learning to be on a team, and learning the sport his daddy loves.  It's the best when Elliot is out there coaching with him, watching them hang out on the field together and chat.  Enjoy!

Since Daddy plays baseball, people may think our boys must be so into the sport, right?

But, they dig in the dirt during tee-ball, like the others.

They get bored out there, wishing they could bat.
Hitting is the best part of tee-ball, according to the boys.
{That and drink time.}

They throw the dirt in the air and try to catch it with their glove.

They fall at home plate in an attempt to "slide" into home.

And, they play to impress their dad.
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