In August of 2013 we decided to have Sammy tested for the
Celiac genes. D had been helping out in
his Sunday School class to make sure he didn’t get cross-contaminated, but we
didn’t know if it was for sure necessary.
Yes, Sammy had been exposed to gluten his first six-months of life via
my breast milk before we knew about D and Wren’s Celiac. Yes, he had experienced a “trigger event”,
pneumonia at the age of 10 days. The
only thing we didn’t know for sure was if he had the genes. Without the Celiac genes, the chance of
developing Celiac is less than 3%. We
knew Sam needed more autonomy. We wanted
to give it to him, but if he had Celiac or a strong likelihood of developing it and gluten crumbs mattered, then we’d
have to stick to him like glue, same as we did with Wren until she was almost
four.
The blood draw was hard on Sam, though he was a trooper the
whole way through it. Sammy has thick
blood, and it took stabbing him in the veins of both arms to get the two vials
of blood. It took Sammy about five full
minutes to fill up the vials once the needle found its way in.
After the 10 day waiting period was over, I called our
pediatrician. They were shocked not to
have heard back from the lab yet. When
they did reach the lab, we didn’t get the news we expected: the lab had thrown Sam’s blood away. The lab had changed their coding for Celiac
genotype testing and didn’t inform our pediatrician. When the lab saw the incorrect codes, they
didn’t ask questions, they just threw all the blood away without testing
it.
I called the lab; that did not go well. I cried and vented to D and we prayed about
what to do next. Should we put Sammy through
it all over again? Should we wait until
a later date? What?
We decided we needed to know, and I took him back in to
start the whole process over in September.
Again, both arms punctured, three vials of blood this time,
and probably no less than eight minutes to get it all out. Sammy thanked the nurses after he was
finished, and both of them teared up.
I honestly thought the same thing would happen again. I didn’t hold out hope for an answer. But a week later I received a call from the
doctor, and this is what happened next:
We were shocked, to say the least. Sammy did not respond well to gluten in my
breast milk, and we figured out he had a dairy allergy at a very young
age. But there it was, evidence that
even if he had a gluten intolerance, he did not have a very high chance of
developing Celiac. The genes weren't there. We were relieved, so
naturally we told no one.
For a while we just wanted to bask in this amazing news
without the inevitable questions: Will
you let Sammy eat gluten? No. Do you think he’ll grow to resent you for
it? Don’t know. We also didn’t want Sammy to become the
gluten garbage disposal where all the well-meaning people in our lives dropped
the food they had always dreamed of cooking for the grandkids but had been
forbidden.
Our home is D and Wren’s safe place; we’re keeping it
gluten-free. And I see no reason to feed
any of our kids gluten when there’s no need for it and they’re happy without
it. When Sammy is an adult, armed with
his genetic results, he can decide on his own.
What is awesome is that dealing with cross-contamination is
not an issue with Sam. He doesn’t eat
gluten, but if he were subjected to crumbs it wouldn’t be a game changer. Not having to deal with cross-contamination
with Sammy proved what D and I had already sort of guessed: avoiding cross-contamination is harder than
living on a gluten-free diet, especially when you’re dealing with kids.
If you or someone you know wants to get gene tested, here’s
what I recommend:
1.
Call your
doctor and find out what lab they use.
Try to get the codes for the test.
2.
Call your insurance company and find out if they
cover gene testing. You may have to give
them the codes to make sure they cover the specific test you need.
3.
Schedule
your appointment.
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