On Saturday Megan ate a peanut-butter chip or two as we baked.
A few moments later Megan threw up a peanut-butter chip or two. Then she emptied her stomach some more and sported a nice set of big red splotches all over her stomach and chest.
She got a special ride with Mommy to the doctor's office where they handed down the diagnosis: potential allergic reaction.
Today we got the referral. We called the allergist. We saw the allergist.
It *is* a peanut allergy.
Frankly, I would have preferred she had simply picked up the stomach virus that's going around.
There is a chance Megan will outgrow her allergy - 1 in 5 kids do. We won't know her odds of having that sort of luck until she takes a blood test to measure the severity of the allergy.