Apparently I need an alternate universe to raise my son in… no I’m talking about the “Upside Down” from Stranger Things… and not an one that was altered by Doc Brown and Marty McFly after interfering with the Space/Time Continuum… I’m talking about one that doesn’t have nuts. You see, this week we learned that Oliver is allergic to nuts. It finally happened, dad’s injury prone ways and mom’s terrible immune system have cost our kid one of life’s greatest pleasures… almonds!
We lucked out… there is (as of now) not an issue with anything other than almonds, but still… with that comes all the fears of any other nut allergy… Epi-Pens, anaphylactic shock… and the dreaded nut free table at daycare. He was a healthy baby. He ate everything, and neither the wife nor I have severe food allergies. But a few seconds after taking a drink of almond milk (yes, we gave him almond milk… we ran out of whole milk and it’s all we had) he blew up like Veruca Salt in the Wonka Chocolate Factory. 
It wasn’t a pretty sight… seeing your kid in a hospital bed having to be given an injection of epinephrine at such a young age is a scary thing. Granted that steroid took effect really fast and he was running laps around the hospital room at Olympic track team speed.
So for now, we’re those parents… we carry an EpiPen with us at all times, infirm wait staff that he has a nut allergy and most importantly always make sure we have REGULAR milk at the house.
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