Just Don’t Call Her Anna Banana

Our little A Flat has had it rough this week. Tonight’s adventure really began months ago. She suffers from many different kinds of skin rashes, has most of her life, and I was told this might be an indication of allergies. So, I watched for the more common ones- dairy, nuts, gluten or berries- to give her some kind of reaction. Then there was a time a few months ago that she just started throwing up one night, and I couldn’t figure out why. No one else got sick, so I guessed it was something she ate. She got sick again the next day and I noticed it smelled like bananas. Hmmm. Weird. I decided I wouldn’t feed her bananas anymore, just in case my hunch was right.
Today at dinnertime, I was feeling sorry that she would have to have yet another meal of peas, as we were out of the other things I usually feed her. I had just gotten some bananas at Meijer, and I thought this might be a good time to try her out on them again. She gobbled the chunks right down, with no immediate effects. But when it was time to wipe her up, I noticed she was rubbing her eyes and her face was all splotchy. Oh no, I thought- this was too much to be a coincidence. I quickly put her in the tub and bathed her, hoping the water would calm the skin and relax her itchy eyes. She seemed to be better after that, and crawled around and babbled while I mopped the kitchen. Then, I held her and tried to feed her the rest of her bottle. She was really reluctant to drink it, and kept coughing like she had a frog in her throat. She finally did drink some milk, and looked like she was falling asleep. Then all of a sudden, the milk and bananas made an encore performance all over her, me, and the rocker. I put us both in the tub this time, and got us cleaned up. This was the first bath I’ve had in a long time, and it was fun sitting in there with her, playing with her toes and laughing together, as she seemed to be feeling much better after the bananas left the building.
This turn of events makes me want to take her in sooner than her 12 month well visit for allergy testing. What if there is something else she could react to that I just haven’t fed her yet? It bothers me not to know. We can definitely try to avoid anything new until she sees the doctor, and keep the bananas in their peels. The latter may be very difficult, as A Minor is a banana maniac. So long as she keeps from dropping any on the floor…

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