It’s that time of the year again. Jumpy (3 years 11 months) had her prick tests on Tuesday. She absolutely hates having those done. I couldn’t bring myself to telling her why we were going to hospital. She just knew she had an appointment there. I had her red book and an egg with me, but I quite simply could not tell her we were going to see the nurse so she would get prodded and pricked.
My little girl is a brave little soul, a warrior, but in a way, I chose to protect her by not telling her what was going to happen. We got there and as soon as she was asked to lift up her sleeves, she knew. She just knew, and she looked at me with that “you’ve tricked” me kind of look. She wanted to be anywhere else but there.
Having prick tests is no fun at all for a little girl. It is no fun for a parent to take your little one to have needles inserted through their forearms and to have the tiny wound bathed in allergens, but every cloud has a silver lining.
On Tuesday, there were less bumps where her skin normally reacts quite a bit to the allergens. Her skin was itchy and she was clearly uncomfortable, but other than egg and a few nuts, her skin remained clear. It looks like her annual meeting with her allergist will result in some food challenges in hospital and that is good. It looks like progress.
Look at her, all happy a few hours after the prick tests. This little girl rocks. This little girl is a mini superheroine!