Just Heather

Today was Lorelai’s second day on her new gluten free diet. I don’t know if it is my wishful thinking or discernible results, but I actually think I’m seeing improvement.

Her naps were much less erratic today than they ever have been. Normally, she takes 3-4 naps of around 1-1.5 hour each. Today she took 2 good naps, totaling about 3.5 hours. Plus, hubby reports that she wasn’t overly tired at bedtime, though she did go right to sleep.

Her diapers have never been a real issue, which is why the celiac disease discussion was set aside at first. However, it has always been incredibly obvious when she was filling a diaper. That crap takes a lot of work! Today, she was dirty twice and we didn’t even notice until she suddenly smelled bad.

The last notable change could be an utter coincidence. Her development is not too off, but she is on the tail end of most milestones. However, there is no way to tell when she would have pulled to standing on her own anyway, though there is the chance that she was able to stand in her crib today because she has more energy than usual.

Still no word on her labs, but I’m encouraged by the progress we’re alredy seeing.

In our infinite patience, we have decided to exclude gluten from Lorelai’s diet even before the the test results are back. In all my panic-driven research, I have realized she has numerous symptoms of celiac disease, though the only common symptom is her weight problem. I also discovered that breastfed babies present with atypical symptoms because the antibodies in mama’s milk protect the infant from serious gastrointestinal infections.

Whether she is diagnosed as celiac or not, it seems a gluten free diet may relieve some, if not all, of her symptoms. Non-celiac gluten allergies and sensitivities present with many of the same problems. Our thinking is that a gluten free diet won’t hurt, but there are many indications that it might help. We plan to keep her gluten free until her 1-year checkup even if the test is negative. We can track her progress and weight over the next 3 months to determine if a gluten free lifestyle would be beneficial.

I made my first visit to Wild Oats Marketplace this afternoon to pick up some cereal and finger foods to replace the potentially-poisonous Cheerios and Gerber Puffs. I was rather pleased with both the selection and the prevalence of gluten-free shelf tags. It made the entire foray into organic shopping quite easy. I also wandered the aisles to see what else was available in case the gluten-free, dairy-free diet becomes long term.

Did you know she can still eat pizza? I can’t imagine that soy-cheese, rice-crust pizza would actually taste that good, but to a child who has never known the difference I suppose pizza is pizza. She seemed to like the organic Teddy Puffs I found for her, which taste remarkably like Cheerios even though they are made from rice and corn instead. I also purchased Gorilla Munch cereal and (gluten-free) arrowroot cookies, a staple among older babies and toddlers.

I’m keeping my fingers crossed for a phone call tomorrow. Even though I have a plan and am feeling a bit more empowered by newfound knowledge of the disease, I will be on pins and needles until I know for sure.

For some reason I can’t seem to put into words the most difficult things in my life. Others share their struggles so eloquently, but I tend ignore my greatest challenges here.

For the last 5 months we have been dealing with the dreaded “failure to thrive” notation at Lorelai’s checkups. She dropped weight percentiles at her 4 month checkup, but no one was overly concerned because sometimes a baby’s weight will dip now and then. At her 6 month checkup, it dipped yet again. We then began monthly weight checks. At 8 months she moved up to the 10th percentile and it looked like things were moving along.

Between 8 and 9 months, she lost 2 ounces. That may not sound like much to you and me, but to an infant who is supposed to gain 8-12 ounces per month, that’s a lot of weight loss. So two weeks ago I took my littlest baby girl to the hospital and allowed them to do this:

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The results of her CBC and MP came back normal so doc wanted to play the wait and see game. Because I’m not interested in “wait and see” where my children’s health is concerned (but mostly because I’m incredibly impatient), I made an appointment to discuss the issue and also told them about some rash problems she has had. She broke out in hives after eating an orange (though it was juicy and could have been a skin sensitivity issue due to the mess on her face) and after her sisters ate strawberries.

We went back to the hospital this afternoon so they could take more blood and run a series of tests to detect celiac disease. If that is positive, we get the joy of a consultation with a GI and a lifelong adherence to a gluten-free diet. If it is negative, we move on to a consultation with an allergist and the infamous prick tests to determine what is causing all the allergy symptoms.

Most signs do, indeed, point to celiac disease though the symptoms are fairly generic and could fall into many other categories. I’m keeping my fingers crossed it is something else. While I think I could handle quite easily a few specific allergies, celiac disease is a whole different ball game. CD is not an allergy—it is an autoimmune disease triggered by gluten. And while the disease can be onset at any age, it is not something she’ll outgrow.

I’ve been keeping my fingers crossed that her lactose intolerance was an infant thing that she’d outgrow quickly. If we get the CD diagnosis, it’s likely that the lactose intolerance will stick too as they sometimes go hand in hand. We’re talking a lifelong gluten-free, dairy-free diet.

We should have the CD results within a week, hopefully by Monday. I’m a natural worrier though, so it should be a fun several days.

I just discovered my oven was not made for real moms. It has this utterly ridiculous feature that causes the timer to shut off if it has been beeping for more than a minute. So hypothetically speaking, if you should have a child hanging off one boob and another refusing to take her nap when you happen to hear the timer in the background, by the time you would actually be free to retrieve your lunch the incessant beeping will have ceased causing you to completely forget about it.

I had the brilliant idea to skip buying the cheap, crappy paper Valentine cards this year in favor of creating our own for Stacia to take to school. This sounded like a great idea to use up the little plastic Stampin’ Up baggies I had leftover from a business and to get the way-too-tempting candy I bought during triple coupons out of the house.

She was supposed to bring a Valentine “mailbox” for collecting her classmates Valentine’s. I thought it would be great to use an oatmeal box, which required emptying the oatmeal. This, naturally, requires me to make No Bake Cookies. This all sounded like a great idea in my head before I had 4 kids (mine plus one) in the house all needing something from me at the same time.

Then there’s always option 2: dumping the box of oatmeal on the floor in an attempt to remove it from the pantry with a child on one shoulder and 3 in the next room covered in stamp ink. I did manage to stop the spillage with enough leftover for this recipe:

2 c sugar
1/2 c milk
1/2 stick margarine
1/4 c cocoa
1/2 c peanut butter
3 c oat
1 tsp vanilla

Boil first 4 ingredients for 1 full minute. Add vanilla and peanut butter until creamy. Stir in oats. Mix well then drop by spoonfuls onto wax or parchment paper.

Today, for the second day in a row, I actually remember that I, myself, need to eat lunch when I feed my little ones. I reach into the fridge to grab my leftover chicken noodles only to discover they are nonexistent. Apparently, he decided he was more worthy of the meal than I even though I just spent $22 on 15 meals to stock the freezer for him.

Never mind that it trashed my rule of “nothing over a dollar” when I did my grocery shopping this week, thereby completely throwing off my savings calculations for the month. Never mind that since I knew he would take them to lunch every day I didn’t bother to get a single meal I would actually eat myself. Never mind that I am a nursing mother and in desperate need of nutrition. By all means, eat what you like. I’ll just grab something else.

Except we all know that once my original idea went out the window I got distracted and forgot to eat again. (Look! Something shiny!) I guess I could just be happy with today’s news that I’ve lost 25 of my 34 baby pounds. Not that my failure to eat lunch really has anything to do with it. I generally make up the calories with a giant bag of potato chips or these yummy, generic oreo cookies. Not to mention the great deals I’m finding on Christmas candy, which—let’s face it—will never actually last long enough to get in the stockings!

We are in the throes of birthday preparations for almost-3-year-old. She couldn’t be more excited—and she has no concept of time—so every day I hear “Am I three yet, Mommy?” I have managed to plan out our party preparations to give her an idea of when it will be. Today we do treat bags, tomorrow we bake cupcakes, Friday we decorate.

Her party is Saturday, but her birthday is not until Monday. I have no idea how I would ever convince her that she is not 3 this weekend. It’s not important, so I won’t bother, but I do want her actual birthday to be special in some way. I think that’s how the “birthday dinner” was created in my family. Every year we get to choose our birthday dinner—we can go anywhere we want (within reason) or pick any menu for Mom to cook.

It has gotten quite predictable. Each year middle sis and I choose a steak house (with our birthdays 6 days apart and our family growing by leaps and bounds we are now forced to choose 1 steak house and share a meal), little sis chooses homemade beef and noodles, and my brother chooses crepes or lasagna. Every year. Without exception.

I mentioned the idea to my little birthday girl and told her she could choose anything she wanted for her birthday dinner and Mommy would cook it special for her. Her selection? Cupcakes. Okay, Mommy will make cupcakes for your birthday, but how about we choose something to eat for dinner too? She has her menu all planned out:

  • grilled cheese
  • peanut butter sandwiches
  • apples
  • hamburgers

Well, I survived Turducken Day. I’m thinking of making a shirt. Certain family members were predictably annoying, and we all left reeking of a perfume that makes me ill, but no one started yelling and I didn’t accidentally almost punch anyone. Success!

We arrived at my aunt’s just in time to eat so I missed the fun of dinner preparations—which sucks because this year they had the added bonus of watching the chefs get totally plastered. I did, however, get drunk-dialed by my mom so I got to feel the love. My brother and his fiance spent the entire day with her family and arrived late, but at least I got to spend a little time with him.

I did, however, have a very fun and happy Black Friday! Mom and I were joined this year by my sister, her roommate, and my cousin’s wife. Everything took a lot longer since we had to reunite and checkout at every store, but it was loads of fun. We’d Marco-Polo until we all found one another and then head to the checkouts, where I would usually leave my mother to pay for my items while I went to the car to nurse the baby. She was an excellent shopper—you gotta start ’em young!

I caught up on the entire season of Related with my sis. I also got the hubby to create a ringtone out of the theme song for me. It’s very fitting, especially considering the weekend we just had.

I hope you all had a happy and safe holiday weekend, and I leave you now with my new family theme song:

I hate you, I love you.
You know too much about me.
I have to just kill you,
but then who’d tell me how to live?
Don’t tell me how to live.
Just tell me I’m alright.
Just shutup—why do I ask you anyway?