Hi! If you’ve come across my website and have stayed to read this much it’s probably because you are living gluten free … or are seriously contemplating it. I’ve been living gluten free for almost 2 and a half years now, but my children have been gluten free for longer. You see, I came across this gluten free lifestyle not just on a whim, but because my kid’s lives (one in particular) were turned upside down by all the foods their bodies were trying desperately to digest, but just couldn’t.
Mr. O was born in September 2008. By all accounts, he was healthy and sort of happy. You see, I had the child that was deemed “colicky” by everyone, including my doctor. He slept no more than 2 hours in a row and the first few nights of his life, he was up almost around the clock. He cried and cried and just when I thought he was going to stop, he cried some more. I was trying my best to nurse him, but along with all the stress of having a child that didn’t ever stop crying or sleep for that matter, I was struggling. I was told by my doctor …”It’s okay. Keep going. You’re doing fine.” I continued on, not wanting to be a failure to anyone, including Mr. O and myself. I watched as other Mom’s around me had an easy time (I say easy, but of course I can only see what I see …) breastfeeding. Little did I know that this very trying start to his life was just the beginning.
Mr. O continued to cry and not sleep more than 2 hours well until he was over 18 months old. I continued to struggle with nursing until I decided to end it at 11 months old. I was going back to work and decided to switch him over to whole milk. At the beginning, all seemed fine. He drank the whole milk back like he had been starving for 11 months. I was devastated, but soon realized that if this was what was best for Mr. O, then so be it. After a few weeks, I noticed a change in him. He had chronic diarrhoea and then he began to get sick … first with a constant runny nose and then swollen tonsils and ear infections. Now, if you know me, which you don’t, you’d know that I’m a pretty smart girl. I’m able to put two and two together without too much trouble. So, off I went to my doctor. When I filled her in on my suspicions, that dairy was making him sick, she looked at me as if I was crazy and as if I had three heads. I made the mistake of suggesting to her that maybe I should try and take him off all dairy products to see what happens. Her response was “Absolutely not! He’s a growing boy and he needs his calcium.” I just sat there and didn’t know what to say other than, “okay”. I left her office feeling like a complete idiot. I felt like a failure and I thought, why can’t this just come easy like it seemed to for so many other moms? Maybe this whole not sleeping more than 2 hours thing, isn’t so bad. Maybe the constant diarrhea that Mr. O had was okay … maybe even normal?!? I got home and I sat down and I looked at my beautiful boy and thought to myself, it’s not supposed to be this hard to be a mommy. I was exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally. Did my doctor know more about my own child than I did? Was she the one up every two hours at night, trying to soothe and comfort this crying, miserable child? No. I decided that enough was enough. I needed to do something and heck, I’d been with him for 13 months now, I must know something about him, right? So, I cut all dairy products out of his diet. My husband supported my decision (I know I’m a lucky girl to have a supportive husband) and so our journey began…
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