While I breast fed Gooner I could eat anything I wanted. It was great.
MEANWHILE, my friend Kelley had a baby boy code named, “LB” – find her blog here. She posted and phoned me about how she couldn’t eat any dairy. She told me all about how much she missed cheese, and pizza, and lalala. I
pitied empathized with her and gave her virtual support. I felt terrible for her. I didn’t know how she did it. BUT she lost her baby weight quickly because she cut so much out of her diet. I was SO GLAD I wasn’t her. Famous last words.
And now I am eating those words. Sooner gets INSANELY gassy, poopy, arched-back-screaming-wild-child if I have the slightest amount of dairy. My 9 week old can’t have dairy. I can’t have dairy. Have mercy. I NOW have honest-to-goodness empathy when I hear someone say they can’t have this or that because they are breast feeding. I don’t like it when my baby hurts. Or screams in my ear for hours. SO, I’ve stopped with the dairy(and garlic) and my happy, smiley, baby is back.
Now my food choices are limited. Seriously EVERYTHING has dairy or garlic in it. Seriously? I already felt like that girl because I don’t like to eat at the regular fast food chains. It’s certainly not the end of the world, BUT changes like this are honestly HUGE decisions. Our menu here in Texas totally changed. No enchiladas, salsa, marinated chiken/beef/venison, barbecue sauce, ranch dressing… the list continues on and on and on. I thought I had a touchy sensitive baby but I didn’t, I just had a baby sensitive to the food I was eating.
Maybe this will help with my weight loss? I can’t imagine how it couldn’t. And tomorrow we head home to Colorado and say goodby to Grandma, Grandpa and the Lonestar State!