I was not a “Granola Mom” but I was still nursing Robert at 9 months. Nursing was easy and being a human milk wagon lightens the diaper bag load. No need to carry bottles, nipples and formula.
Like many babies at this age, Robert was eating baby food. I had only introduced bananas, peaches, pears and sweet potatoes. We would finish each meal with a bowl of rice cereal and then I would nurse him to top him off.
I had given Robert a milk based formula only twice. The first time, he was four weeks old and the second time he was six weeks old. Both times, he projectile vomited the entire bottle up, almost in a violent fashion. I figured his stomach was sensitive to formula because I had breast fed him exclusively. The thought never crossed my mind that he could be allergic but this was my first indication.
It was 1992 and a beautiful crisp fall day in Tampa, Florida. Robert loved the fresh air so we went for a stroll around Hyde Park, our neighborhood open air shopping center. It was lunch time and I found a quiet corner, wrapped a blanket around us and discreetly hooked him up to lunch. The fresh air must have given him an appetite as he finished both side rapidly and was restless for more. We were close to the yogurt store so we walked over and bought a small plain vanilla yogurt.
I put a very small amount on the spoon and wet his lips with it. He made a face, similar to one tasting something for the first time. He frowned as if it may not have been as sweet as the flavors he was accustomed to.
I waited a few seconds and tried again. As I was putting the spoon back in the yogurt to scoop at more, I looked up to see his face disfigured before my eyes. His cheeks were red, his lips had swelled and his eyes were almost swollen shut. He had started to cough and was gasping for air. To this day, I will never forget the feeling that something was severely wrong and my baby might be suffocating to death, before my eyes.
Our pediatrician was only 2 blocks away. I ran to the car with Robert under my arm and drove to the Pediatrician. I hate to even admit that I didn’t even put him in his car seat. I held him in my arms and drove.
As we entered the office, we were rushed in to see doctor and he knew immediately that Robert was having an allergic reaction. They gave him liquid Benadryl and his symptoms subsided in minutes.
Again, it was 1992 and food allergies were not as recognized as they are today. Our pediatrician explained that it was very rare but Robert, most likely, had an allergy to milk and to eliminate dairy from his diet. He reminded me that lactose was a milk ingredient, handed me some information packets and sent us home.