Wagons rides are much funner than Ambulance rides

We had a little scare last friday with our Smash. He has been quite a picky eater lately, so being the good mother that I am I have been giving him new things to try in hopes that he will like some of them and start eating better. Last friday I decided to try a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, which resulted in a call to 911 followed up by a ride in an ambulance, with the lights flashing and sirens wailing, to the hospital.

They shot him up with benadryl, epinephrine and some other steroid that I can't remember the name of. They also put in an IV just as a precaution. They watched him for a few hours to make sure the medicine was working. His face was still pretty swollen when Parker finally got to the hospital. It made him so sad to see Brighton like that.

We are so thankful that they got to him in time and kept him from going into anaphalactic shock. It was a pretty close call. We are taking him to an allergist next week to see if it was the peanut butter that caused the reaction. Until then we have a few EpiPens at the ready and are avoiding foods that contain peanuts.

I think that he would much rather go for wagon rides than ambulance rides from now on, although he might still enjoy the lights and sirens, as long as they're not too loud.