Sunday, March 16, 2014
Allergies, Obsessions and the Big Decision to Wean
I've spent the last three days obsessing over breastfeeding and weaning and... dairy. And I think I've finally made a decision...
It's gone something like this. I've nursed well into the second trimester before and that's what I planned on doing this time too. I'd planned on weaning the boy at 21 months, just like his sisters, two months before the new baby arrives.
I imagined weaning as being easy like it was with the girls, since usually my milk is basically gone by the end of the second trimester and it would all work out like the perfect little picture I have in my head from the last two experiences.
Then the obsessing started. Dairy. Milk and cheese and sour cream. Cream cheese and butter. I haven't been able to think of anything else for weeks.
I started taking calcium supplements in addition to the crazy amount of vitamins that I already take (since I usually have to take the same vitamins that Mae takes in order to convince her to take them) and waited for the cravings to subside (on a side note I already take 6000 mg of vitamin D a day after reading a study about that amount of vitamin D actually boosting vitamin D in milk enough that the baby wouldn't need supplements, since Patrick kept getting sick from the drops when he was tiny, and it boosts my energy level so, so much).
But even with all the supplements and my otherwise normal healthy diet I couldn't get all things dairy out of my head. It probably doesn't help that during my pregnancies most meat is totally repulsive to me... so getting enough protein can be a challenge.
Now to be clear, this obsessing over a certain food is weird for me. I went on the crazy elimination diet where I basically ate nothing but meat and veggies 15 months ago. We discovered that dairy was the culprit 11 months ago. We did GAPS for months before realizing that it really is just dairy and gluten Mae needs to avoid and now our family meals are basically gluten and dairy free and have been for six months. So usually giving up certain foods, even foods I really really love (look at my old recipes on this blog and there's cheese in almost every single one) isn't that big a deal.
Until it was. I suddenly understood why women sometimes eat crazy things when they're pregnant if their bodies are deficient in a certain nutrient. I imagine that like my new dairy-obsession, they can't think of anything else.
And it doesn't help that his eczema is flaring right now and his shoulders are bloody and I can't help but wonder if he's developing a new allergy or if it's just the impossibly dry air overcoming the ointments I slather on him multiple times a day.
So yesterday I began the weaning process. I think that there must be a nutrient that my body isn't getting right now that it needs. If I really believe that our bodies are amazing at knowing what they need when they're cooperating in building a new little life, than I need to make sure I'm getting what the baby and I both need, and I think that's going to involve something that Patrick can't have.
Patch woke at 3 and Paul tried to walk him back to sleep and then I finally held him and rubbed his back for an hour while he tried to convince me that he was desperate for milk, before I put him down in his crib awake where he thankfully didn't make a single sound and went easily back to sleep without eating.
He's 16 months old and I do wish we could have made it a few (or five) months longer... but this time it's not to be. I'm hoping that the next few days fly by for our little guy and that he gets used to this new change really, really soon.