The Lonely Life of a Food Allergy Mom

There’s one part of every kid birthday party I hate: the food part.

It’s always pizza and cake, and usually my son doesn’t care that he can’t have any. He eats his meal before the party, and I bring his dairy-free, wheat-free, egg-free, peanut-free cupcake in a little Tupperware.

But during the last party we went to, when the pizza came out and all the kids dove in, my son lowered his head, and I heard his little voice say: “I wish I could have some food.”

And my heart broke in half.

Mason is 5 years old and off-the-charts allergic to wheat, dairy, eggs, peanuts, and tree nuts. He’s had the allergies since birth, and they were diagnosed through blood testing, so he’s never actually touched any of those foods. Which means no ice cream, no peanut butter and jelly, no pizza, no mac and cheese, no milk and cookies, no pretty much any common kids’ food you can think of—ever.

He’s my eldest, so I’ve never experienced motherhood without food allergies. Which is probably for the best.

I can only imagine how nice it must be to be able to go places without a bag full of food, because you know you can always “find something.” To show up at a birthday party with nothing but your kid and your gift (and to not stay up late the night before, whipping up another batch of those dang allergy-friendly cupcakes). To send your kid to a friend’s house for a playdate without first explaining to the mom that he probably can’t eat anything in the cupboard—but like no seriously, he could die.

To send your kid to school without Epi-pens and Benadryl and an inhaler and a carefully documented, pediatrician and school nurse approved Allergy Plan, hoping to God that the teachers remember and then diligently monitor his allergies (on top of the 4 million other things they have to remember and do) and that some innocent kid doesn’t randomly offer your kid a cookie or a piece of bread.

People say that food allergies are so common these days. Everyone who hears about Mason’s allergies has a friend or a coworker or a cousin who’s dealing with them, and every teacher I talk to is “very comfortable” dealing with them.

But still, somehow, I don’t know anyone with kids dealing with multiple food allergies. There’s no one else in our family who’s had them, going as extended as you like. And every time I tell someone new about Mason’s situation, I get the same blank, confused expression—like, you’re telling me that perfectly healthy looking kid has never had a glass of milk in his life?

It’s hard for people to understand food allergies, or to take them seriously, because how could something as harmless as a glass of milk—literally every human’s first form of sustenance—be anyone’s kryptonite? How could a kid who doesn’t look sick at all be capable of violent, potentially deadly reactions to such an innocuous thing as food?

It sounds so ridiculous that it’s almost hard for me to wrap my head around it sometimes. After 5 years of extreme vigilance and only a handful of (relatively minor) blips and subsequent reactions, even we are getting a little blasé. I almost let Mason try some fries at a restaurant recently, having no idea what was in them or how they were made, because, gosh, they’re just fried potatoes and maybe it’ll be ok??

But then I hear the stories. About a teenager who died of an anaphylactic reaction to something unexpectedly cooked in peanut oil. About a boy who died after eating at a restaurant on vacation, even though the parents had done their due diligence in discussing the meal with the chef in detail. About a toddler who died after eating something she’d eaten a million times before, thanks to an undisclosed ingredient change in a packaged food, leaving a shattered mother to beat herself up forever for her tiny mistake.

It’s hard because, as horrible and inconvenient and frustrating as food allergies are, they are not cancer. They are not a heart or brain disease. They are not countless other afflictions that might be considered “worse.”

And yet, food allergies come with the same constant, looming fear: the possibility of death. It just happens to be wrapped up in a relatively-healthy-looking package, so that people have a hard time comprehending the severity of the situation or accepting that the threat is actually there. (Which, of course, compounds the danger even more.)

For many food allergy moms, the anxiety is crippling. I’ve read about moms who homeschool because of their kids’ allergies, and who are on anxiety meds themselves just to deal with all the fear. They don’t get babysitters, they don’t go on vacations, they don’t separate from their kids in any way—because who knows what could happen, and God forbid that thing happens when Mom and Dad aren’t there.

One of the hardest parts about the whole thing is that we don’t know what could happen with any particular exposure. Maybe nothing—but maybe everything.

In our case, my son was diagnosed when he was 6 months old and still exclusively breastfeeding, so we have never purposefully fed him any of his allergens. As a baby, he would only nurse for 5 minutes at a time, and then promptly vomit most of it up. I would literally cup both of my hands under his mouth with the burp cloth, after every feeding, and wait.

My doctor smiled and assured me that “babies spit up,” and encouraged me to keep feeding “on demand.” She even managed to explain away my poor baby’s head-to-toe eczema and unrelenting cradle cap, prescribing tub after tub of Aquafor and assuring us that it would pass.

I was a brand new mom and didn’t know any different—I assumed this must be normal.

It wasn’t until we started introducing solid foods and Mason got some hives around his mouth after trying bananas—BANANAS—that our doctor suggested food allergy testing. On a scale of 0 to 100, with <5 being normal reactivity levels, Mason’s tests came back “>100”—literally unreadably high—for a dozen different foods.

I wasn’t devastated, only because I was too busy being relieved to have answers. Finally, I knew why this motherhood experience hadn’t so far been anything like the blissful, breezy experiences my friends seemed to be having. Finally, I could stop feeling like a crazy, paranoid first-time mom.

Finally, I knew how to take care of my own child.

Determined to keep breastfeeding, thinking that my poor allergy baby needed all of the “liquid gold” nutritional help he could get, I dropped those dozen foods overnight. For almost 6 months, until just shy of Mason’s first birthday, I lived on plain roasted turkey, gluten-free granola, a few select fruits…and not a lot else. I forgot food even tasted good—I just had to eat things, a few times a day, that wouldn’t make my baby sick.

It wasn’t hard. Really, none of the things I’ve had to do as an allergy mom have been, relatively speaking. I’m not scheduling surgeries for my son—I’m just swapping out peanut butter for sunflower butter, wheat bread for gluten-free brown rice bread, cow’s milk for coconut milk.

When it’s for your kid, and you know their health and life depend on it, you don’t really think about it—you just do it. After 5 years, I’m pretty used to dealing with food allergies, to the point where the day-to-day work (substituting ingredients, making two different dinners every day) is mostly automated, and it doesn’t take up that much space in my brain anymore.

But still: being a food allergy mom is lonely.

It’s really, really lonely.

It’s lonely being the only mom you know who has to bring cupcakes to parties and have extra meetings with teachers and nurses. Who drives 2 hours twice a year to take her son to a special allergist. Who can’t do “normal” things like swing through a drive-through for the kids’ dinner or take the kids out for ice cream or leave the house without a carefully scripted food plan.

I’m the only mom I know whose son constantly asks, “am I allergic to this?” Whose grocery bill is double what it would otherwise be, due to all the special everything-free alternatives in the cart.

It’s hard watching other moms navigate motherhood without the added stress of food allergies. (Because yes, of course I’m jealous—and of something most moms don’t even recognize as a blessing.) It’s hard swallowing all sorts of emotions when people say things like, “I’m so glad I don’t have to deal with that!”

It’s hard being different, in our society, in general. So on top of the fear of accidental exposure, there’s the fear of bullying and exclusion.

Oh, and then there’s the mom guilt. I’ve spent the past 5 years analyzing my pregnancy with Mason, and coming up empty handed. What did I do wrong? I took my prenatals, I ate relatively healthfully, I exercised, I avoided tuna and deli meat and alcohol and soft cheese.

Still, every time someone asks, “what do you think caused it?” I’m plunged right back into the guilt zone.

To date, we have no idea what causes food allergies. Some people have their beliefs—“it’s all the chemicals in our food” or “it’s that antibiotic hand soap” or “people are just too clean these days”—but my family eats real foods, we use all-natural products, and sure, I like a tidy house, but I’m definitely no clean freak. So why us? Why our son?

Our second son is allergy-free, lucky guy, and I haven’t spent a single second looking back on my pregnancy with him. And now that I’m pregnant with our third, I can only pray that she’ll come out allergy-free as well, for her sake.

But if she does end up with food allergies, at least Mason won’t be so alone.

Because really, most days, it’s it the loneliness that’s the hardest part.

Kim
Kim grew up in Minnesota, but moved to Madison to attend the UW and fell in love with the city’s spirit and culture. She's married with three sweet kiddos - Mason, Joshua, and Leah. When she’s not racing monster trucks across furniture or pretending to be interested in video games, she’s working on freelance writing projects or teaching strength training classes through her small fitness business, Lioness Fitness. Kim's a food allergy mom, which means she can read a food label like nobody’s business. She's also a sucker for good wine, good sushi, a good book, and ANY beach.

46 COMMENTS

  1. I’m reading this post and crying. I could have literally written it myself. My 8 year old son is severely anaphylactic to peanuts, allergic to walnuts, almonds, wheat, dairy, eggs, corn and soy, and has multiple other sensitivities to very healthy foods (salicylate containing foods: tomatoes, cucumbers, grapes, berries, etc). My life is extremely stressful and lonely. No one gets it. Especially family! We never go away, my husband and I never go out, my son is homeschooled ( he had two allergic reactions at school so we pulled him out), we mainly do play dates at my home, and birthday parties are so stressful. I’m always a nervous wreck

    Add to that, I have many food sensitivities and mast cell disorder, so I have to be very careful with histamine containing foods. I cannot eat leftovers or go out to a restaurant. So I understand you’re only being able to eat a handful of foods. That’s my life.

    I try to tell myself that we are Uber healthy, that I’m becoming a great allergy chef, and we’re ok, but our life is a prison! I would give anything to order a pizza on a Friday night when I’m exhausted from a week of taking care of very active 5 and 8 year old boys!

    Thanks for this article. It reminded me that although it feels that way, I’m not alone! Hugs to you

  2. Thank you for talking about your experience. My son has a peanut allergy and it is scary. When I was younger one of my friends girlfriends passed away suddenly from eating a snickers bar! She didn’t know she had an allergy and it was deadly, and sad. I did read this article, https://www.ez.insure/landing/2019/04/food-allergies-can-disappear/ . It mentions that allergies can disappear one day. I am hoping for my son’s sake, but if it is deadly it is scary to try and test it out.

  3. This is me. I could have wrote this. Today is one of those hard days. It feels like life isn’t fair. My son (6) had a cross contamination reaction this week after two years without any reactions. He has multiple food allergies and had anaphylaxis from cashew (ice cream) in 2018…

  4. Just came across your article and it’s spot on! Thanks for sharing your journey. I am a former Minnesotan now living in Denver. I wish there was more support and gatherings so we could all have a better network in person. Going from a ‘normal’ non allergy life to multiple anaphylactic allergies has been incredibly tough but we are doing the SCFAI program and so far have had good results with desensitization (I was incredibly skeptical). I’m hopeful for a cure in the next 5-10 years and this will all be a distant memory.

  5. I cried reading your article. My son has almost the same allergies. He has soy but not tree nuts. I feel this way. What did I do wrong? I am still crying. This article really describes the pain a mom can feel… At least it describes my pain. I really wish I was not alone.

  6. Thank you for this article, I searched “lonely parent of food allergy child,” and up popped your blog/this entry.
    I feel better just knowing another mom out there understands. Both of my children have food allergies, my 6yr old has many, 8yr old peanuts and tree nuts. I agree about birthday parties, holiday food gatherings, and questioning what happened during my pregnancy.
    Through the eyes of faith I choose to believe God is working something out through this challenging experience. Know there is another mom out there who understands and is cheering you on! (And all the moms who posted comments here)

  7. Thank you for writing this. One of my twins has had an egg allergy since he was 10 months old and added the tree nut allergy right before he turned 5. The other twin had no allergies until we had him tested right before he turned 5 and he also has the tree nut allergy.

    So, even though we are only handling those two allergies (and also lactose intolerance), I constantly feel like it’s us against the world. The birthday and school parties are so scary and frustrating. We are lucky that we have some friends and family that make sure there are safe things for my kids to eat when we visit. But that doesn’t mean that I’m not reading every label that I can get my hands on. I hate bringing the epi-pen with us whenever we leave the house. I hate that my kids can’t have dessert if we go out to eat. I hate that they have to ask if food is safe for them. Yes, I have a lot of anger towards food allergies and thinking/talking about them to much brings me to tears. I’m not very hopeful that either one will outgrow their allergies, but even if they do, how does one feel confident in allowing their child to eat the now “safe” foods?

  8. I’ll be here for you! You don’t have to be alone. We live in Madison. My daughter is 7. Peanut, tree nut, unbaked egg, mold, cat and dog allergic. I think I was pretty much frozen with fear for several years but it’s getting better. I’d love to meet with you sometime and share how we cope. Sending hugs!

  9. You just helped another food allergy mom out. Long story short: my 3 year old son tested positive for walnut, pecan, hazelnut. His twin sister doesn’t have allergies as far as we can tell. I’ll be joining you in bringing those cupcakes and snacks to bday parties and wherever I go. You are not alone. We are in this together and you just illuminated the path I have to walk on. Thank you, amazing human. Praying for good health for our children and for good health (mental health is no joke!) for us mamas. Xo

  10. My daughter is Anaphylactic to milk,eggs,peanut and tree nuts . Reading this article was like hearing myself think . Being an allergy mom is lonely .

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