Last week it was a school holiday, and we spent it in a holiday resort in Crete. Fantastic place, perfect scenery, excellent service. But. There is always a but when you’re a grown-up. LittleOne had an allergic reaction, started before we left home. It was a itching, and later developed into a rush on his shoulders and chest. Part of the good service of the resort was a doctor who came in every lunch time. It was not a paediatrician but got a taxi for us and an immediate appointment with a paediatrician in the nearby town (private, the next public hospital was 20 Km away). The doctor said it could be an allergic reaction and gave us antihistamines and a diet free of common allergens (from milk to strawberries, nuts, seafood etc.). And obviously LittleOne couldn’t go the pools with a rush – even if it wasn’t contagious, the other parents wouldn’t approve of it.
And so it was that we arrived on Sunday and I went swimming for the first time on Wednesday and only for a few minutes while he slept in the buggy. Luckily the choice in the restaurants was excellent and I could always find something to eat for LittleOne. It was stressful, but it was also the best place to be in that condition…
LittleOne gradually improved, and the last day we were able to go to the pool with him. It was such a joy to see his face when he played with the water! We had taken him to the sea a couple of times as well, but it was too cold and he couldn’t stay more than a couple of minutes in the water. He had a good time overall, I think. He was with me all the time, he could run around (he started walking in the last month or so and can’t be stopped now), and loved the food.
Pallino had the best holiday. He could go to the pools, to the miniclub and had entertainment after dinner. It was the paradise of 5 year old children. For them there is no but, just fun.
For me? Well, I loved the place. I didn’t have most of the responsibilities and things to do at home, and LittleOne’s diet was easily managed without having to cook and buy food, so it was certainly a holiday from that point of view. But there were so many things I would have liked to do and couldn’t do. And I worried for LittleOne most of the time.
We still don’t know what he’s allergic to. He had a blood test more than two weeks ago (so before the holiday), and we haven’t had the results yet. It is likely to be a food allergy: we consulted a paediatric gastroenterologist and he prescribed the blood test for caeliac and various allergies, and said that if his constipation continued, we had to try a milk free diet – we started when the rush appeared and it seems to be working. It is such a bad feeling, to think that something I’m feeding my child is hurting him. Now we’ve removed most common allergens from his diet, so probably we’re not doing it anymore, but right now his diet is not nutritionally balanced, although that’s the lesser evil for the time being. He used to love his milk so much… I’m checking my emails for the results of the blood test like a teenager waiting for a text from someone she fancies.