Instead of doing monthly updates after age 2, I decided to conduct a periodic interview with each child to learn more about them. Here is Raffi’s last interview, when he was 2.5 years old. It is fun to compare the changes and similarities in his answers. Enjoy. All of my comments are in parentheses.
The biggest surprise to me was how much he liked answering the questions. He kept asking for the next question. I also tried to capture the answers on video, but it took a solid 9 minutes to get him to answer them all.
Raffi’s 3 1/2 Year Old Birthday Interview
1. What is your name? Raffi Garibian
2. What is your favorite color? Green
3. What is your favorite toy? Pretend toast (He had just finished eating a piece of toast, so maybe that’s why he said this?)
4. What is your favorite fruit? Carrots
5. What is your favorite TV show? Mickey Mouse Clubhouse
6. What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Spinach (baby spinach)
7. What is your favorite outfit? Jeans (surprising because he prefers his “soft pants’ usually)
8. What is your favorite game? Spider game (I don’t know what this is)
9. What is your favorite snack? Bar snack
10. What is your favorite animal? Elephants
11. What is your favorite book? The Gruffalo
12. Who is your best friend? Thomas
13. What is your favorite thing to do outside? Chalk (I think it’s really riding scooters, but he’s been into the chalk lately)
14. What is your favorite holiday? Summer
15. What do you like to take to bed with you at night? Mama (I knew it!!)
16. What do you want to be when you grow up? A person and a cardiologist doctor
17. Where do you want to go on vacation? Just on vacation
18. Who do you want to come over for a play date? Maybe Thomas and Bella?
19. Who do you love? “You!” Alessandra and baba and Raffi and a window and a house haha (he was cracking himself up)
20. What’s your favorite drink? Water
2.5 year old interview
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I’ve tried to write this post maybe 10 times already, but the words keep escaping me. Does that ever happen to you? I keep starting a paragraph, deleting it, and starting again. I don’t know how to express my excitement appropriately. Here goes nothing.
Raffi is no longer allergic to peanuts, as confirmed by his peanut challenge at the hospital yesterday.
This means so much for us.
For me personally, it means not having to panic in social situations, keeping my eye out for any potential peanut products. It means not having anxiety over making sure I have his Epi-pen and Benadryl at all times. It means being able to share food with him and not having to chase Alessandra as she drinks a peanut butter banana smoothie to make sure she doesn’t get close to him. I will no longer have to ask what kind of oil is used in a restaurant or how an ice cream shop separates its scoops.
For Raffi it means even more. He won’t have to ask me every single time he wants to eat anything. He can enjoy so many more foods. He can eat peanut butter sandwiches and peanut butter banana smoothies and KIND bars and PEANUTS! He already asked if he can buy the peanuts in the shell to eat.
I am really emotional about this, and really excited too. Leading up to his challenge date I was having anxiety and feeling really nervous about him trying it. I failed to think about how nervous he would be.
I didn’t even know food challenges existed until my son qualified for one. Last September his skin test for peanut allergy came back within the boundaries to qualify for a challenge. While we originally booked it for October, both a slight fever and his young age made me cancel it. We rebooked it for yesterday.
In a food challenge, a person is given small but increasing amounts of the food and monitored closely for a reaction. In Raffi’s case, it meant increasing doses of peanut products with an observation of 2-3 hours at the end of the challenge. They can have clear liquids but nothing else until an hour after the last dose is given.
The first hour was tough and Raffi absolutely refused to try the peanut powder mixed with yogurt or applesauce. I fought back tears multiple times, thinking we wasted a precious space in the challenge location and that the challenge would be considered incomplete. It took us months to get our appointment, and I also felt terrible for wasting the nurses and doctor’s time. Raffi was clinging to me for dear life and it was hard to get him to calm down enough to even have a sip of water.
To be honest, I don’t blame him. First, peanut powder mixed with applesauce or yogurt tastes nasty. Second, we’ve spent almost his whole life making him deathly afraid to eat peanut products, and now we were telling him to eat them? Third, he’s a threenager who doesn’t want to be forced to do anything he doesn’t want to do. The nurses were really great about trying different tactics, but nothing was really working.
Finally, we/they decided to have him try straight up peanut butter on tiny pieces of cracker, doubling the dose every 20 minutes until he completed the challenge.
By the 4th dose he was begging for more and stuffing the bites in his mouth. By the 6th and final dose, he was chattering with a mouth full of peanut butter talking about how “nummy” it was.
During this long day he watched a ridiculous amount of TV, played in the small playroom, made a forest and a lake out of toy bins, read a few books, and had some long chats together. He had two clear favorite activities – playing with the ants from the Cooties game, which he held in his hands almost the whole time, and the medical gloves and stethoscope the nurse let him hold and play with for awhile. He was a champ.
They observed him for 3 hours after the last dose, and he had no reaction. NO REACTION!
I’m so excited and so happy for him. Hurray for growing out of his allergy!!!
The allergist instructed me to make sure he consumes peanut products a minimum of 2-3 times a week to ensure he doesn’t redevelop an allergy. Sounds good to me!
Raffi woke up this morning and immediately announced that he was so excited for a peanut butter sandwich for lunch today.
I feel so happy.
PS- One thing they didn’t prepare me for was the nerves I’d still have. I can’t imagine, yet, not carrying around his Epi-pen or worrying about what he’s eating. I’m guessing that will take some time.