It's been 3 months, wow. Things are well, here. Jake is well 95% of the time. Every once in a while I notice a change in his diapers that make me think he ate SOMETHING, but we still have not had an honest to goodness reaction since he was 8 months old. I am grateful. A few weeks ago was one of those incidents, "mama tummy owie", bad diapers, CRANKY, clingy, not a happy boy. It lasted 4 days. He also was sick with a fever the week before this and the week after. Do I blame FPIES? At this point the word FPIES rarely rolls off my tongue any more.
We eat out occasionally. We have our safe places we go. We ventured out last week somewhere new. I've learned quickly that most frozen french fries contain rice flour. I asked. They did. I kindly ask my two older kids (6 and 8) to order salad with their dinner instead of french fries. Not one complaint. They never, ever complain. I am continually thankful for their concern for their little brother and their simple sacrifices (salad instead of french fries!) they make without a second thought.
We were at Costco last week. My 6 year old asked if he could have a smoothie. Jake says "yay smoothie!". I ask the lady behind the counter if there are any bananas in it. Yes, there is. Sorry kids. No complaints. That's OK Mom. Can you make us one at home? You bet :)
So we venture on, checking labels for rice, oats or bananas, and enjoy the life of an almost 2 year old. We go back to the allergist at the end of January for some patch testing. If all is well, we will orally challenge. I will keep you posted.