Pacers outfit
Baby Time Capsule
Butterbean Baby Boy Scrapbook Kit
Sleeping through the 2am feeding…priceless
Three times a mommy; now, finally, an aunt:
Why does it seem that doctors are more interested in labeling symptoms than finding a proper diagnosis? I am finding this a lot in relation to celiac disease. So many people come to the gluten free lifestyle after years of being diagnosed as a variety of things that are really just symptoms of a disease that has a complete turnabout with a gluten free diet. Of course, the doctors and pharmacies don’t make any money if I simply eat right, do they?
Celiac Disease is listed as one of the top disease doctors miss because they are too busy labeling our symptoms. Constant tummy issues? Irritable Bowel Syndrome (syndrome, not a disease—there has to be a cause somewhere). Extreme fatigue—we’ll call that Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and not bother to find out why. Anemia—wouldn’t the iron deficiency be caused by something?
We are still working out Lorelai’s iron deficiency. She used to get her iron from formula (on occasion) and fortified breads & cereals. Now she is gluten free and can’t seem to handle meat either. No iron for her. The only things she can stomach that are slightly higher in iron are sweet potatoes and raisins—both of which she loves. They seem to be helping with her energy levels, but the diapers are not so pretty. I think we’ll have to start a baby vitamin.
At least we have an answer for Lorelai. So many people still don’t have answers for their issues, including many in my own family. Considering the genetic link for celiac disease I’m sure I know their answer, but they don’t seem to want it. They’d rather take a variety of medications or deal with stomach pains and other issues than live a healthy, happy life without bread.
I’ve been MIA in the blogging world lately. I may update now and then, but I certainly haven’t stayed on top of it nor have I spent much time with my blogroll. I have, on occasion, checked in with those I feel a more personal connection (even if I am not commenting). I didn’t realize how absent I had been until I dusted off the old blogroll and realized that some are more missing than I. Several blogs are no longer in existence. Some have moved. Some haven’t updated for many months. I updated it a bit last night and rearranged it to be alphabetized. It was previously set to recently updated, but blogroll doesn’t seem to get the memo when people update so that was a little off. I’m hoping with a little more order to it I can stay with it a little more.
It was nice to catch up with some old “friends” this week. People are very busy these days. Pesky has expanded her domestic skills to include lingerie making. Phil and Chris are embarking on a gluten free diet right along with me. Deb is as crazy as ever. Katie loves Girl Scout camping way more than I do. Rachael is living in DC but will be happy to return to small town life, I suspect. Mich is just as entrenched in the toddler years as we are. Ang is just too busy to update her damn blog.
Speaking of updates, here’s the skinny on what I’ve not been writing:
- My little sister is pregnant and getting married (in that order).
- I get to spend a kid-free week helping (read: playing with my nephew) since Daddy is military and can’t come home until May.
- I laugh hysterically every time I think of hubby playing single dad for a week with 3 kids.
- The gluten free diet goes extremely well and I’m learning to eat lunch, which was admittedly a struggle for me even before I eliminated half my diet.
- The big two are on spring break at Camp Grandma’s.
- Lorelai has chosen her free week to become an official toddler. She is into everything and I am exhausted!
- Cabinet locks rock.
- Our pediatric dentist clearly didn’t realize how hard it would actually be to remove the pacifier. I’m sure he was exaggerating the necessity.
- I am 30. That’s all I’ll say about that.
- I will never, ever chair Girl Scout cookie sales again so long as I live.
- It’s too cold for soccer to start next week.
- Webkinz games are addictive. You should all get one for your kids so you can play Dicekinz with me at night while they are sleeping.