Saturday, April 08, 2006
Pizza and a milkshake
Chloe is weaned. She loves her new formula, and is doing great on it.
I had grand plans to stay on the Chloe's allergen free diet and pump for a couple of weeks to make sure she would be OK, but being sick last week put an end to that. It wasn't about the food -- it was about all the medicine I was taking, and sleeping through the times I was supposed to pump. By the time I felt better, there was nothing left for Chloe.
It is bittersweet really. I like the convenience of formula, the fact that anyone can feed her, and the fact that I don't have to spend 2 hours each day pumping and sterilizing so that she will have enough for Rose to feed her bottles (I am sure every woman who has ever had to pump will rejoice with me that I've put away the pump for the last time). Most of all, I feel that a huge weight is lifted now that I don't have to micro-analyze everything I am eating, and how it affects her eczema, poop and other allergic issues. But there is something sweet about nursing her that I will miss.
So, when she was weaned an there was no going back, I asked Rose if she would kindly watch Chloe while Martin and I went out for pizza. And a milkshake. So, off we went to my favorite pizza place. I had two very large pieces, piled high with feta cheese and extra parm. Then, we went to Moonstruck, and I got a milkshake. It was good. Really good.
Of course, after months of not consuming any dairy whatsoever (not even baked into things like crackers, bread, etc), I ate a huge amount of cheese and ice cream. Guess what I spent the rest of the day doing? Rolling on the floor groaning and holding my tummy.
It was good, very good, but the aftermath was bad. So, we are back to dairy free...or at least mostly so! Certainly we will always have a dairy free house, but it is nice not to have to worry about what I eat on the outside.
I had grand plans to stay on the Chloe's allergen free diet and pump for a couple of weeks to make sure she would be OK, but being sick last week put an end to that. It wasn't about the food -- it was about all the medicine I was taking, and sleeping through the times I was supposed to pump. By the time I felt better, there was nothing left for Chloe.
It is bittersweet really. I like the convenience of formula, the fact that anyone can feed her, and the fact that I don't have to spend 2 hours each day pumping and sterilizing so that she will have enough for Rose to feed her bottles (I am sure every woman who has ever had to pump will rejoice with me that I've put away the pump for the last time). Most of all, I feel that a huge weight is lifted now that I don't have to micro-analyze everything I am eating, and how it affects her eczema, poop and other allergic issues. But there is something sweet about nursing her that I will miss.
So, when she was weaned an there was no going back, I asked Rose if she would kindly watch Chloe while Martin and I went out for pizza. And a milkshake. So, off we went to my favorite pizza place. I had two very large pieces, piled high with feta cheese and extra parm. Then, we went to Moonstruck, and I got a milkshake. It was good. Really good.
Of course, after months of not consuming any dairy whatsoever (not even baked into things like crackers, bread, etc), I ate a huge amount of cheese and ice cream. Guess what I spent the rest of the day doing? Rolling on the floor groaning and holding my tummy.
It was good, very good, but the aftermath was bad. So, we are back to dairy free...or at least mostly so! Certainly we will always have a dairy free house, but it is nice not to have to worry about what I eat on the outside.