So after some hemming and hawing and worrying by me, I decided to take Ava to the playroom at my gym. Really, it's the only way I can continue to hit the treadmill on a regular basis.
I lucked out the first day because my son had off from school. This was beneficial two ways:
- 1. She'll follow him anywhere, so there was no worry about peeling her off my leg.
- 2. For an 8-year-old, Brendan is pretty in tune with Ava's allergies.
And the first day was good. I had my emergency cards in hand, spoke to the playroom ladies about her allergies, and I was off.
The next time we went in, there were two different monitors in the room. As I'm trying to explain Ava's allergies, one little boy whacked another upside the head with a plastic toy. Ava looked at me like, "You're leaving me here? With them?"
This is how the conversation about her allergies goes:
Me: She's allergic to milk, eggs, beef and wheat.
Them: So basically everything.
Me: Yeah, but they aren't super severe. My main concern is that one kid will be eating, oh I don't know, cheetos or something, then touch Ava, which will bring on hives.
Them: They (pointing to three boys at a table) just ate cheetos.
Me: Fabulous.
But really, Ava was fine that day, and has been for other days, too. I pack her a snack and always have Benadryl and her epipen in her bag.
But I just remembered that I wrote before in this post about a company called Label Daddy, which makes neat little labels for sippy cups, lunchboxes, etc. that spell out what the child is allergic to. I just might have to invest some money in those labels for a little more peace of mind.
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