We’re currently on week 3 of our “26 weeks of muffins” challenge to try and help little E outgrow her dairy allergy more quickly. I’m not so sure we’re going in the right direction, but we’ll get to that in a moment. First, I have to gush over the Old-Fashioned Donut Muffins I made the week before last. They legit tasted like donuts, complete with a sugary glaze that makes me drool just thinking about it.
That was week two. E had her share of the glazed donut muffins for the week (and I had mine) and she had no reactions.
In the meantime, we stayed pretty busy. We took E to an exotic petting zoo, where she turned her nose up at the kangaroos and the sloth and the monkeys, but she lost her SHIZ over the sheep. There were four in particular she was obsessed with and they wanted nothing to do with her. She didn’t care. DAMN IT, they were going to be her friends whether they wanted it or not.
Also, I was pretty excited when E recently started stringing two words together. Like, “that bird” and “daddy car.” But now she’s decided “no mommy” is pretty much her favorite phrase. And I had thought just “no” was bad.
At least she’s become the perfect little helper. She helps with chores and she feeds the dog and she puts things away for me when I ask her to. I’m writing this down as proof because when she’s 14 and sassing me because I’ve asked her to clean her room, she’ll never believe there was a day when she LIKED to clean.
So back to the (SIGHHHHH) muffins.
I realized that by straying from the original baked-milk-challenge-recipe the doctor had given me, I’d miscalculated the amount of milk going into the batches of muffins I was baking. There should be 1/6 cup of milk in each muffin, which equals 1/12 cup in each serving I give to E. So far the muffins she’s been getting have only had 1/12 cup per muffin, or a mere 1/24 cup per half-muffin. This past Sunday, I reverted back to the original recipe while I research recipes with the correct amount of milk. That means that starting this week, E has been getting twice the amount of milk she was getting before.
I’m hoping it’s a coincidence. I’m desperately, begging-the-universe and pleading-with-the-allergy-gods, hoping it’s a coincidence. Since starting the “correct” muffins two days ago, E’s bowel movements have changed. They’re worse and they’re a different color. (“TMI” goes out the window when you have a toddler, right?) Now she has a terrible, painful diaper rash that looks allergic in nature. She had a full-face rash tonight and she had hives and red patches on her arms and her ear, of all places.
I’ve noted it down as a potential reaction. If it continues or gets worse, I’ll have to call the allergist to see what he thinks.
Poop.
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