This is NOT of My Own Will, I Have Given Up Dairy Under Duress
Okay, maybe not duress in its strictest definition- but pretty damn close. And no one who knows me would believe I would EVER willingly give up my dairy products.
So here's the skinny- a little under seven weeks ago I gave birth to my son Ronin. He is a beautiful, energetic, piglet. Seriously, the kid never wants to stop eating. It's his favorite thing in the world. Now, this wouldn't be an issue as it means more cuddles for Mommy and let me tell you, Mommy loves cuddles. However, Ronin is exclusively breastfed, and since he came home from the hospital he's had to deal with awful gas. He is constantly burping and having it come out the other end too. It makes him very uncomfortable, and even more unreasonable.
So, at his last appointment we talked to the doctor, and they said dairy was likely the culprit. After doing research we found out that they're right- every source I could find pointed its finger at dairy when trying to help a baby with a tummy that just won't behave. We also found that because of his Mohawk heritage, Ronin is even more susceptible to dairy sensitivity.
Yay! We have a way to help Ronin!
...That means Mommy has to give up dairy. Dairy is literally 90%+ of Mommy's diet. From the milk in my cereal, the creamer in my coffee, the cheese I snack on ALL DAY to the yummy foods I eat for dinner nearly everything has either milk, cream, cheese, butter, or all of the above.
As much as I love my baby, Mommy cannot survive on Asian inspired cuisine, peanut butter sandwiches and granola bars. I tried, for a week. I started with baby steps because there was no way I could survive without my coffee so I had to find a substitute there. That wasn't difficult as I got lucky on my first try (we'll have more on that later.) However I still drooled at my family enjoying pizza and pasta with cheese and loaded fries (oooooh loaded fries...) I felt left out and awkward sitting at my inlaws not only unable to enjoy the same food as everyone else, but having to order separate to be able to eat.
I've had suggestions from people I trust (and some unsolicited) but still it's intimidating walking into completely uncharted (for me) territory.
So let's chart this. Every hit and miss. I'm sure there will be plenty but maybe I can help someone else with their expedition. Or maybe someone will relate, or just get a laugh. In any case, my time will be well spent. I'm fortunate that the diet change is temporary- there are plenty less fortunate. And while most children outgrow their sensitivity, there's always the chance that Ronin won't because of his genetics. Maybe this will be a helpful reference for figuring out food for him too.
Anyways, I've rambled on enough for tonight and I'm not certain Steve's patience to play his Overwatch will hold out much longer- check back for my very first hurdle- my morning coffee!
Toodles!
So here's the skinny- a little under seven weeks ago I gave birth to my son Ronin. He is a beautiful, energetic, piglet. Seriously, the kid never wants to stop eating. It's his favorite thing in the world. Now, this wouldn't be an issue as it means more cuddles for Mommy and let me tell you, Mommy loves cuddles. However, Ronin is exclusively breastfed, and since he came home from the hospital he's had to deal with awful gas. He is constantly burping and having it come out the other end too. It makes him very uncomfortable, and even more unreasonable.
So, at his last appointment we talked to the doctor, and they said dairy was likely the culprit. After doing research we found out that they're right- every source I could find pointed its finger at dairy when trying to help a baby with a tummy that just won't behave. We also found that because of his Mohawk heritage, Ronin is even more susceptible to dairy sensitivity.
Yay! We have a way to help Ronin!
...That means Mommy has to give up dairy. Dairy is literally 90%+ of Mommy's diet. From the milk in my cereal, the creamer in my coffee, the cheese I snack on ALL DAY to the yummy foods I eat for dinner nearly everything has either milk, cream, cheese, butter, or all of the above.
As much as I love my baby, Mommy cannot survive on Asian inspired cuisine, peanut butter sandwiches and granola bars. I tried, for a week. I started with baby steps because there was no way I could survive without my coffee so I had to find a substitute there. That wasn't difficult as I got lucky on my first try (we'll have more on that later.) However I still drooled at my family enjoying pizza and pasta with cheese and loaded fries (oooooh loaded fries...) I felt left out and awkward sitting at my inlaws not only unable to enjoy the same food as everyone else, but having to order separate to be able to eat.
I've had suggestions from people I trust (and some unsolicited) but still it's intimidating walking into completely uncharted (for me) territory.
So let's chart this. Every hit and miss. I'm sure there will be plenty but maybe I can help someone else with their expedition. Or maybe someone will relate, or just get a laugh. In any case, my time will be well spent. I'm fortunate that the diet change is temporary- there are plenty less fortunate. And while most children outgrow their sensitivity, there's always the chance that Ronin won't because of his genetics. Maybe this will be a helpful reference for figuring out food for him too.
Anyways, I've rambled on enough for tonight and I'm not certain Steve's patience to play his Overwatch will hold out much longer- check back for my very first hurdle- my morning coffee!
Toodles!
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