Little Miss has a real problem with dairy, although exclusively breastfed cows milk protein goes from me to her if I have the slightest amount of dairy.
This means constant reading of labels and a newly developed aversion to eating anywhere but at home. I have been floored by the things that contain milk among the most WTF examples, potato chips and gravy mix.
The latter being our undoing this weekend. I’ve thoroughly label checked our pantry and know what I have purchased is safe for me to eat. Unfortunately for Eve a well meaning house guest purchased and used a different store brand gravy when making dinner Saturday night, me thinking the Gravox we already had was being used ate the milk tainted gravy. So our Saturday night was filled with pained banshee level screeching, our Sunday with more of the same coupled with angry irritated skin (and tired irritated me).
Some lovely sunshine filled walks in our lifesaving baba sling* and calming chai lattes (made with oat milk in beautiful double walled glasses – Pavina by Bodum great for keeping a drink hot with how long it can take to finish one with a new baby) helped salvage my sanity on Sunday.
Today will be filled with educating myself further on the joys of Soy based products and trying to perfect a creamy soy ice cream recipe, because while So good soy ice-cream is nice being bake to choose from the diverse joys of vanilla or chocolate just isn’t enough to console me for the loss of dairy.
So far I am grateful for treats in the form of Arkadia Vanilla Chai Latte mix which I make those Oat Chai Lattes that my brain is soothed by, Lindt Excellence 70% or 85% cocoa dark chocolates that help me forget all those other lovely chocolates that I now can’t have and Tofutti which is a great cream cheese replacement. I’m also grateful for the sunshine and spring breeze that soothes the little Miss between tummy pains and calms her down.
I also feel gratitude that I don’t have to avoid gluten as well as dairy and don’t know how my friend the awesome mother (an awesome writer who is far too critical of her continuingly evolving literary skills) of my goddaughter manages with her Misses’ restrictive diet.
*which I can’t thank Em of Desert Darling enough for recommending