Thursday, November 28, 2013

Thoughts on Thanksgiving

I won't lie, there have been times this Thanksgiving that I've had trouble being thankful.  I know full well that I am blessed beyond belief.  I have a fantastic extended family (both sides), a loving husband, two kids, a beautiful (albeit messy) house, a good job, and a relatively comfortable lifestyle.  We got a nearly free trip to Disney this year.  Carter is the best baby I could have asked for.  We live in a place generally devoid of natural disasters (though the lake effect snow falling outside right now is a little more intense than I'd like for November).  My parents' 43rd wedding anniversary is today.  They're spending it in Portland with John and his family, so while I didn't get to see them, I'm happy their other grandkids are getting the chance to spend the holiday with their only grandparents.  We are so fortunate.  I know that. 

But it's been a tough year, no doubt.  Carter's birth was by far the highlight, but between a tough end to my pregnancy, the angst over stopping breastfeeding, Jacob's behavior and Celiac diagnosis, Carter's rice intolerance, and Craig's dad's open heart surgery, this year has been one challenge after another.  So while I know we have so much to be thankful for, the issues we've been going through have taken a little of the joy out of our day-to-day existence.  Nothing seems easy anymore.  Even something as simple as going out to dinner is a challenge now, for multiple reasons.  The new diet hasn't really helped Jacob's behavior, and we haven't made a lot of progress using other means.  Carter's intolerance being of the very thing that we're eating a lot of these days has not helped my stress level at all.  I feel like a lot of things in our lives are out of sync, and I just don't know how to fix them. 

It's not that I'm not thankful--I am--but all that we're dealing with has sucked a lot of the joy and simplicity out of our daily lives.  Thanksgiving is a lovely holiday, but there are so many things that we're harder about today because of Jacob's issues.  On top of it Carter had a rare bad day today--guessing it's either teeth or his lack of poop--so there were a lot of things on my mind this holiday.  I know my stress level won't be going down anytime soon, either, because my long to do list just got doubled with all of the Christmas decorating and shopping to come.  I'm tired, and it's not going to get any better anytime soon.

Still, I know we're blessed.  I'm thankful that Craig's Nana made it to this Thanksgiving, and that I could capture this picture a couple weeks ago:

Despite my annoying with the snow and the danger it poses, it was truly beautiful out my office window yesterday.

And, of course, I love my kids, even if I don't always know how best to manage them.  This little Indian boggles my mind in so many ways every day. 

We have so much to appreciate this Thanksgiving, but that's not going to stop me from wishing for a Christmas miracle.  We need one in the worst way.  God has been good, but  I miss our sense of pure joy. 

Happy Thanksgiving to our family and friends out there.  May this year give you many things to be thankful for.  And us, too.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Handful

So...I knew it was coming, but I hoped it wouldn't happen quite yet.  My perfect, sweet little Carter is suddenly a major handful.  I think we've got a few things going on right now, actually, and it's making him much higher maintenance than he used to be.  That said, he's still sweet, perfect, and adorable...and far easier than your average baby, but still, he's a handful.

A couple weeks ago he started crawling.  I knew that it was the beginning of the end of our perfect, discipline-free relationship, but I hoped that somehow his perfection would carry over to that element as well.  No luck.  He may not be the most skilled, speedy crawler yet, but he can get where he needs to go rather quickly nonetheless.  And once his gaze rests on something he wants, he will stop at nothing to get at it.  Over and over and over again.  I can't even tell you how many times in the past two days I had to reroute him from Jacob's Legos.  A least a dozen?  I was way behind on newspaper reading over the past month or so and did a major catch-up this weekend, often breezing through a few sections at a time while Carter was contentedly playing on the floor next to me.  Sometimes he'd sit on my lap as the pages flipped by.  But inevitably, once there was a pile of papers nearby on the floor, he'd be on his way to get them.  He'd destroy anything in his grasp if I let him.  A couple times I let him go to town, once on a catalog and another time on some ads, and he had a blast--for minutes at a time--crunching and ripping the paper.  We just had to watch for him putting small pieces in his mouth, but other than that it was pretty harmless fun.  It definitely made me look forward to Christmas and the joy of wrapping paper, because he'll be far more into it at ten months than Jacob was at six months.  But still, he could have a dozen toys sitting in front of him, but he's far more interested in everything else!  Oh, and if there's a piece of fuzz or a crumb on the carpet, he will find it.  Good thing his pincer grasp still stinks, because he can't quite pick them up yet once he finds them.

He's putting up a fuss when I try to put him in his carseat, and wrangling him on the changing table is getting to be a challenge as well.  He's forever trying to grab his medicine syringe or the tub of wipes, and he giggles maniacally when he flips himself over and nearly rolls off the table.  If I have him sitting up there to put on a shirt, he will pull himself forward so he's practically folding himself in half to peer over the end. 

He's also doing his darnedest to pull himself up.  He hasn't really tried on furniture, but he's done it on me and his toys.  He was sitting on his knees at his activity table yesterday!  He's not doing it a lot, but he can do it, particularly if given a little balance.  The bad news is that he's not too steady yet once he does get up, so he's definitely prone to toppling if we're not there to get him.

All of a sudden a week or so ago I realized that he was going from laying to sitting without a problem, and that's when I started to get the idea that he was going to be unstoppable very soon.  Yesterday at church I put his feet on the floor as he was holding my fingers, and he effortlessly took a few steps toward me.  I don't know where that came from because I had a hard time replicating it later, but I can't help but wonder if he's going to blow past Jacob in terms of starting to walk.  Jacob took his time and didn't walk full time until about 16 months.  I can't imagine Carter will take that long, but I could be wrong!

Despite my exhaustion and frustration with a little man who wants to be on the move, it's amazing to watch him figure things out.  You can almost see the wheels turning in his head.  He's growing and changing so much lately, and I'm so amazed (possibly even more than last time around) to watch it happen.  I can't believe how fast this past year has gone (my car is a year old!), and while at times it seems like Carter has been here forever, I can't get over how time has flown.  It's been an unorthodox last year, for sure.  But to have this little baby that's growing and changing and turning into a little boy before our eyes...it's just nuts. 

I'm a little sad that our discipline-free time is done, because that is a magical time where your baby can do no wrong (not on purpose, anyway).  It's hard to see a willful side emerge, particularly now that we know what that will can do, because it all seems like it goes downhill from here.  Sure, there are amazing moments along the way, but feeling like you and your baby can do no wrong is such a great feeling.  All the smiles and giggles make it worth it, but we're in for an interesting ride with this one, I think...

Thursday, November 21, 2013

News & Notes, I Wish Thanksgiving was Today Edition

I can't even express how much I wish today was Thanksgiving and I had a day off and a weekend awaiting tomorrow.  Instead, I have four more days of work and a weekend full of solo parenting standing between me and a four day weekend.  Granted, one of those days off will be spent in Buffalo and I have two kids and a house to decorate for Christmas on the other, but my dreams of getting stuff done still persist.  I have this endless to do list for stuff around the house that is making me nuts.  Between dinner, getting the kids to bed, and falling asleep in my chair while trying to be productive, the list persists.  I can't even tell you how far behind I am on most things now, and it's making me crazy.  Right now my week off after Christmas just has me salivating.  Again, I know that having two kids means that not much will get done, but I am going to do my best.  I have to.  Too much stuff is piling up and it's starting to make me crazy.  Newspapers and mail piled up, pictures and curtains waiting to be hung, a checkbook that desperately needs balancing, photos that need to be sorted and printed, a printer I want to move from our desktop to where my laptop lives, coupons needing to be cut and organized, CDs to be organized, and any other number of random little tasks.  They never seem to end.  I have a running list on my iPod just in case I find myself with spare time.  Ha!

The other night we accidentally let Jacob eat a piece of candy with gluten in it.  I thought I had checked the ingredients, but I didn't.  We noticed he was a little extra hyper and that clued us in.  Not that he was a saint before that, but he was noticeably worse after.  He's been a bit of a pain the last couple days since, but hopefully it'll ease up a bit before the weekend.  We do see little improvements from time to time, but it still appears to be a slow go.  I feel bad about what happened, though.  It's our first noticeable slip-up so far, and hopefully our last.  The good news is that he didn't seem to have any belly issues from it, though that makes me wonder a bit because I would have thought he would after four weeks off of gluten.  I can't imagine where there would be a chance for that to happen, but maybe he's just lucky since he never had stomach issues before. 

As for Carter, he seems to be doing well with oatmeal.  He doesn't love it, but he'll eat it.  He also seems to love his other baby food.  He still doesn't eat a ton, but he gladly eats almost anything.  Even veggies that he didn't like initially he's come to enjoy when I mix them with pureed meat.  I still haven't had much success with finger foods.  There are so few he can eat with the rice intolerance, and even well cooked veggies in tiny pieces have been problematic.  He has done small pieces of banana but he seems unconvinced.  I may try some tiny pieces of turkey on Thanksgiving.  I really want to try some dairy again now that it seems the oatmeal is okay.  Having a tolerance for dairy opens up a lot of possibilities--including cheese, yogurt, and cheaper formula.  Fingers crossed.  In the meantime I am so bitter with the baby food companies for sticking rice flour in almost every interesting-sounding baby food concoction. 

Carter is really getting around these days.  He is constantly taking off for Jacob's toys, even though he's got plenty of his own.  I brought up an activity table and he's enjoyed playing with that, including some giant pop beads that came with it.  He does pretty well standing up against it, and he's still pulling himself up on things from time to time, with no help except a little balance once in a while.  I have a feeling he'll be getting around a lot sooner than Jacob did.  We're in trouble! 

Craig's busy season pretty much starts this weekend, so I'm bracing myself for lots of solo time with two kids.  It's always doable, but Jacob is a wildcard for sure.  I need to find some ways to fill the time and keep him engaged, while still keeping Carter occupied and getting some things done myself.  It'll definitely be a challenge, though.

Carter, Jacob, and I have all been sick for around two weeks now.  Nasty colds all around.  Carter seems to have the perma-cold from daycare.  Jacob's got a ton of congestion.  I thought my cold was going away after a week, but then it came on strong again over last weekend.  Two kids, two colds?  I hate seeing the kids sick, and I hate having to power through all the time myself.  I've been falling asleep early while trying to watch TV or get stuff done online, and it's getting frustrating.  Speaking of which, I'm doing to again tonight so that probably means it's time to go to bed again.  Sigh.

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Nine Months / 15 Years

On Friday Carter turned nine months!  I can't even believe we're 3/4 of the way to one year! 

 
He's so sweet and so smiley, and it's been awesome to watch him discover new things lately.  He's getting better at crawling, can clap and wave, and we're working on high fives!  He's so curious and determined, and we will have our hands full, for sure!  We love him so much...and so does everyone else, apparently!
 
This weekend was a crazy one all around.  Friday night we went out to dinner, and Jacob fell asleep on the way there.  We brought his gluten-free pizza home with us, and when he woke up at home he had a couple pieces and didn't go to bed until late.  Saturday morning Craig had an appearance for work, and I spent the morning cleaning and packing.  My college roommate Mary was arriving around noon, and shortly after we were taking off for Buffalo for a concert.  One of our favorite bands for college was playing.  The band, Five Iron Frenzy, was, as one of our friends put it, the soundtrack to our college years, and they broke up about seven or eight years ago.  Well...a couple years or so ago, they decided to reunite and set up a Kickstarter campaign (basically, crowd-funding) and collected what they were seeking in a matter of hours.  Clearly there was a market for a new album!  The album comes out in less than two weeks, and they've been on tour with a few other ska bands.  It's a bit different for them to do a secular tour, as opposed to hitting up Christian venues, but it is a great opportunity for them.  Well, when word got out that they would be coming to Buffalo, instantly we knew we had to go.  So a couple people spearheaded it and a good-sized group of us (maybe 20?) met up for the show.  Jacob had a lacrosse game, so I left him in Rochester with Craig, and Carter came with Mary and me to Buffalo to stay with Grandma and Grandpa.  Unfortunately he picked yesterday to start getting some serious separation anxiety and they had a bit of a rough evening, but they survived.  The concert was amazing, even if Five Iron didn't play nearly long enough (they were the third of four acts, with Reel Big Fish as the headliner).  We got to meet some members of the band afterward, and simply hearing some of those songs live again was awesome and surreal.  They were just as good as always--an energetic lead singer, awesome brass, great songs.  We had a blast seeing people we hadn't seen in a while, catching up, reminiscing, and dancing along to the music.  It was truly great to step back in time about 15 years or so, to when they were the core of our college music experience.  Dance parties, concerts, study sessions...you name it, we listened to them.  It was fun to leave the kids behind and run off to a concert in a big group again, just like we did in school.  Heck, once we even caravanned to Cleveland for a show!  This time we even had one couple that came in from the Adirondacks, and were it not for his daughter getting sick, one guy was going to come in from D.C.  It was awesome.  Mary, Carter, and I slept at my parents (we didn't get home until about 2am thanks to a late night snack), then took off for church in Geneseo, for old time's sake.  We didn't get to see our college pastor, but it was nice to be back and see a lot of familiar faces (and lots of students) floating around.  We ate pizza at Mama Mia's, then headed back home.  Mary left right away (did I mention how awesome it was to see her for the first time in over a year?  It was!) because I had to pack up and get us ready to drive back to Buffalo for Craig's Nana's birthday party.  I know it's awful to do that drive literally back-to-back, but she's 94 and each one is special now.  It's also been a couple months since I last saw Craig's family, so it was overdue.  There wasn't any way to really meet there, though, since Mary was with me, so it was a lot of traveling, for sure.  But the evening was fun and Carter's cousins and Nana absolutely loved him!  We got back a little before 10, and thank goodness both kids slept most of the way.  Carter needed a nap prior to his bedtime bottle, and Jacob really needed the sleep.  I'm exhausted, though, and trying to push through to get a few things done.  It's going to storm here anyway shortly (hello, 65 degree day in November.  You always come with a price!), so I'm not sure what good it will do to go to bed! 
 
But I need to try, I guess!  It was a fun weekend, but in cause there was any doubt, I am not still 20, and my body knows it!

Friday, November 15, 2013

Disconnect

One of the hardest things about Jacob's difficulties these days is that I feel so disconnected from him.  Part of that is because he barely lets me get near him without beating on me, and part of it is because Craig does his best to manage him and shield me from the ridiculousness.  It saddens me when I think of how Jacob and I were once nearly inseparable, much like Carter and I are now.  He smiled every time he saw me, stopped crying when I picked him up, came to me when I arrived at daycare, and spent every waking moment wanting to be near me in some form.  And while I knew some of that would wane as he got older and Daddy became cooler (in part because he's his sports buddy), obviously I never imagined the situation we're in. 

The other night Craig and I had a little bit of a tiff because we both forgot to send something into school that Jacob needed.  Craig has been managing a lot of Jacob's schoolwork lately, for a lot of reasons.  Jacob likes to be with him more, Craig has more patience, and it just sort of works out that he can work with him on homework while I cook dinner, or before I get home, if he picks Jacob up a little early.  As a result, he's been the one cleaning out his take-home folder every night.  He's been leaving the papers in a pile on our very messy dining room table, and I'll be honest, there are so many piles of papers (old assignments, artwork, notes, etc.) and I have so many things I'm trying to get handled in the evenings that I don't always get to the piles to see what's important.  Well, the one note slipped both our minds after the initial reading, and we felt so bad when we realized we missed the due date.  Craig was annoyed with me because I'm not that involved with Jacob anymore, and I was annoyed with him because leaving the note in a pile of papers is not helpful when I've got a million other things going on.  Obviously we were both at fault and we need a better system.  But believe me, I hate that I'm so disconnected from Jacob right now.  I want to be talking to him and snuggling with him and playing with him.  But so many interactions end up with him hitting me (even in "fun", or so he thinks--despite our insistence otherwise), or yelling at me, or stomping off, or just acting plain weird, and it's hard to bond with a kid like that.

The fact is, I don't love him any less, but I feel like that love is sort of, well, in hibernation.  I think this is the case for a few reasons.  First, he won't let me express my love to him.  I can barely hug him without getting hit.  I try to talk to him, and he walks away, yells, or ignores me.  I'm hesitant to buy him anything to show that I'm thinking of him, because he acts spoiled and entitled a lot of the time. 

By the way, just yesterday, as we were doing his "What I'm Thankful For" homework, he said he wasn't thankful for anything.  When I challenged him on that, he said he'd be fine if he didn't have a house, family, toys, or even food and water.  I tried to explain to him the suffering going on in the Philippines right now, that kids just like him are experiencing that very reality, and he kept trying to play it off as not a big deal, like how he'd be the exception.  It's hard to have a meaningful conversation with your kid when they dismiss everything you say and don't appreciate what they have.

The second reason is because there aren't a lot of good moments to celebrate right now.  I mean, when I think of how things are with Carter at the moment, I tell that kid I love him a dozen times a day.  Aside from just being my little piece of sanity and bliss, he's such a little sponge right now.  He's learned how to crawl, perfected clapping, and started waving, all pretty much in the past week.  He's so cute, sweet, and funny, and I'm just so proud of all he's learning.  He brings me so much happiness and I often express that joy by telling him how much I love him.  As far as Jacob is concerned, I would gladly do that for him as well, but there's just not much to applaud.  I know he's learning at school, and when he illustrates that for us, I definitely praise him as much as I can.  I love to see him identify words, do math, or draw a cool picture.  But we don't see too much of it, or if we do, it's too often accompanied by the less enjoyable traits he's been displaying lately.  No matter how hard we try to find the good in what he does, there is usually so much bad that it overshadows everything.  It's not that I love him any less, but I do have to dig a little harder to find the lovable traits, and some days that's just hard.

Finally, I think to some degree it's a defense mechanism.  To be gushingly in love with your child only to be repeatedly rejected and attacked...well, it's simply heartbreaking.  And based on my own experience, that can only go on for so long before it just breaks you.  So the walls go up, to some degree.  It is a means of self-preservation.  You almost have to treat it like a business transaction--do what you've got to do, get in and get out, nothing more.  I'm not saying that you're a jerk or even a robot, but right now, the simpler and quicker the better.  While I'd love to give him kisses and hugs, I settle for polite conversation.  While I'd love to encourage him to draw elaborate drawings in his homework, the reality is that we need him to get it done as soon as possible, before a random meltdown derails the whole thing.  So while I'd love to shower him with affection and encourage him to excel, those things only lead to disaster right now, and it's not worth the disappointment time and time again.  I'll always try to make sure he knows that I love him, but I have to keep my expectations low and take what I can get.

I want to emphasize that I love Jacob so much.  So much that what we're going through right now hurts terribly.  I'm moved to tears just thinking about it, almost every day.  Despite the anger, frustration, and sadness that I feel in the midst of his tantrums and all of our struggles, I want so much more for him, and so much more for the rest of us.  He's missing out on a lot of love, affection, and fun, and we're missing out on enjoying the amazing kid we know he can be.  We don't know what stole that away from us, but we're doing everything in our power to get it back.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Video Wednesday

Just a quick one today...two fun videos of our silly little Carter! 

First up is a video I tried to take of him crawling, but he ended up just cracking up instead, and it is SO cute...


I love that laugh so much!  And speaking of which...here's another dose.  But there's a backstory to this one.  So, pretty much for the last many months, probably five months or so, Carter has had a tendency to take his bib and put it up over his face.  I'm not sure why he does it, but he does it all the time.  For the longest time he would freak out like he was being suffocated.  He'd do it every time, and when you pulled the bib off his face, he'd chill out...and then do it all over again!  Lately he's been doing it with blankets and burp cloths, too, but with one added feature...now he laughs!  Instead of panicking, he laughs hysterically!  Since I had been meaning to get the bib trick on video for ages and hadn't, I decided I had to get the current iteration on video.  So, here it is...



He's so funny sometimes.  His other recent trick is clapping.  He started doing it a bit a month or so ago, but in the past few days he's been doing it a lot, and you can tell he knows what he's doing now.  It's so cute!  The other recent development is that he almost seems to be waving!  It's hard to tell if it's just him randomly waving his arm at the right time, or if he's officially picked it up, but it's been fun just thinking that maybe he's doing it on purpose!  He's so sweet and I just can't get enough of him...though chasing him down is getting to be a challenge now!

Oh, and we're up to day three of oatmeal with no reactions yet.  He did wake up once tonight whining, which could be a gas thing, but we'll just have to see.  It took a week last time so we still have a ways to go, but fingers crossed.  God knows we need a grain or two to work with!

Not much to report on Jacob.  No real change in his behavior yet.  We're almost up to three weeks on the diet and I'd have hoped to see at least a small light at the end of the tunnel, but not yet.  He's still violent and his episodes may be worse than before.  However, when he's not having one, I'd almost venture to say that he's slightly better.  But those moments are fewer and farther between than we'd like them to be, and it's hard to tell if it's an isolated occurrence or not.  I'm trying to be patient, but it is not easy.

And one last note...another random factoid...One year ago tomorrow was my car accident.  Hard to believe it's been a year already!  I would definitely like to put that memory as far away as possible, but it's amazing to think about where we were a year ago and all we've been through since.  Time has definitely flown.  That said, I was thinking the other day that despite the joy of Carter's birth, for once I will be genuinely happy to bid farewell to this year.  It has been a hard one, for sure.  A fresh start in 2014 is definitely going to be something to aim for. 

But for now, I'll enjoy the smiles and giggles from our tiniest family member, and that should help get us through!

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

The Gluten-Free Experience

The whole gluten-free thing has been an interesting experience.  It's not all bad, but it is definitely not ideal.  It is so strange to go to the grocery store and have to shop completely differently than before.  I skip entire aisles, ignore sections I used to frequent, and spend a lot of time reading labels.  It's hard to pass by certain foods or look with new eyes at everything else to come up with meals we can eat.  My list is still pretty short, but I'm trying. 

I definitely miss being able to eat out on a whim, or eat out in general.  The places we can go are really limited, and even at the places we can go, it's hard to know whether or not Jacob will eat whatever is available.  I mean, I know that a place like Chili's offers a grilled chicken breast or a burger with no bun, but will he eat it?  And given his extra negativity and stubbornness lately, it's usually a total crapshoot from day to day.  I drive by a dozen restaurants every day (and I really need to turn off some email subscriptions) and I long for so many places (like the Moe's that just opened up five minutes from our house), but most of them are off-limits now.  It's not just the food, but the fun of the adventure and the ease of not having to cook or think up yet another meal.  Though I will say, the stress of finding somewhere to eat safely does encourage me to cook at home more than I thought it would.

I suppose it's good we're saving that money, since gluten-free food costs so much more.  I know people are all, "Eat naturally!", "No processed food!", blah, blah, blah when it comes to eating gluten-free, but let's face it.  I'm a working mom who has a window of about an hour max to get dinner on the table each night before totally throwing off our schedule for the evening.  I can't make everything from scratch.  I'm doing my darnedest to explore new frontiers of cooking.  I did a pork tenderloin on a weeknight last week, and baked potatoes have become a staple.  I did a stirfry the other night with chicken, broccoli, a little edamame (soybeans--I like them but Jacob wasn't too enthused), and Wegmans stirfry sauce, which apparently has no soy sauce, as it is gluten-free.  Jacob didn't really love it, but again, it's hard to know if he's just being difficult or legitimately hates it.  I made a pizza crust from a mix last Friday (mixed reviews on that one) and I've doctored a few of my go-to recipes pretty successfully.  Tonight I did sweet potato fries, which I sort of messed up, but Jacob liked them anyway.

I'm still relying on a lot of convenience products, however.  Jacob's lunches are particularly tough in that regard.  I usually send him a sandwich and two sides for lunch, plus one afternoon snack during school and another for after school, so he doesn't get tempted to eat what they're offering.  Usually it's some assortment of yogurt, applesauce, or pudding; pretzels or another salty/savory snack; an apple; a granola bar or some sort of gluten-free cookies.  He's shot down the gluten-free cracker-type cookies (Annie's Bunny Cookies (like animal crackers)), which is a bummer since they're among the least unhealthy looking.  He's going through a phase where PB&J is a problem, so the past couple days I've sent cheese and crackers.  Better than the crappy, processed Lunchables, right?  But really, there are only so many things he will eat and that will keep in a lunchbox and aren't a pain to prepare.  Those bento box moms are great, but I'm not sure my kid will eat baby carrots or cold quinoa or whatever.  He will eat peppers and dip, however, so I should really look into that.  And that, in a nutshell, is the thing about this.  There are options out there, but the challenge is finding the ones that will work for us.  Thinking outside the box isn't easy, but finding the out-of-the-box ideas that fit with our tastes and time-constraints is even harder.

Of course, since Carter's visit to the allergist last week, I'm becoming increasingly more panicked about what the heck that poor kid is going to eat.  A rice sensitivity by itself wouldn't be a big deal.  But a rice sensitivity in a household where rice flour is in almost everything we consume?  Impossible.  I'm pretty much facing two or three years of double meals and an ongoing risk of cross-contamination.  Originally I wanted to mostly strip my kitchen of all gluten-containing items, unless I had to do something specific--say, the monkey bread my office loves.  I can clean hardcore after one cooking session, after all.  But am I going to be forced to keep regular bread in my house?  Or snacks that Jacob can't go near?  I had already resigned myself to the fact that birthdays might always include two cakes--one gluten free and one not--but now I know that Carter can't eat the gluten-free cake, and depending on how things go with the other grains and dairy, maybe none at all.  I started him on oatmeal last night.  It took a week for him to start reacting to rice cereal, so we'll see how this goes.  Once we're comfortable with that, I'm going to try adding a small scoop of gentle formula to what he's drinking now to see how he reacts to dairy.  I did that around six months and he seemed uncomfortable, but that could just be because he ended up getting teeth right after that.  I didn't take any chances, though, and vowed to try again at nine months, which is next week.  But I want to get firmly settled with the oatmeal before I try that.  I have another few weeks of his usual formula on hand, so I'm not really in a rush for that.  Still, it would be nice to know dairy is okay, since it opens up the option of yogurt, cheese, and those crunchy yogurt drops. 

Part of me is debating pushing the allergist a little harder on whether there is anything else we can do. I'd rather not just sit around and drive myself crazy until he's three and we can try him on rice again.  If we can test earlier, or if there's some sort of blood test, or if we can do a gradual introduction thing to get his body used to it...I will try anything to make things easier sooner.  While circumstantial evidence certainly points to the rice, I can't help but wonder if there was anything else that could have caused it.  I doubt it, but now that the stakes are so much higher, I find myself wondering.  What if he outgrows it sooner?  Is it worth testing in a few months to see if he's better, or is that just mean?  I don't know.  I'm just overwhelmed when I see all of the baby foods that include rice, and I worry about what happens if other grains cause issues, as well.  It's just a lot to think about, and I don't want one kid's diet to make the other one sick. 

On one hand I feel like I'm handling this with more grace that I thought, but on the other I still have all of these panicky moments and wish I had more time to search for recipes and tips so I could plan our meals better.  I'm doing what I can, but it's still a bit of a scary world for me.  I just wish the diet was helping Jacob's behavior so I could really feel like all of this was more rewarding.  I know it's important for his health regardless, but a tangible result would have been nice, too.  Maybe someday.  I just never imagined I would ever resent grains as much as I do right now.  Arg.

I'll end this post with a fun little factoid.  Six years ago tonight I found out I was pregnant with Jacob.  It's hard to believe.  Our lives were never the same, that's for sure.  The nausea and exhaustion were quick to follow, and the rest of the pregnancy was quite an experience!  Things haven't slowed down since, and it's been quite the crazy five-plus years since he was born.  I sure as heck never thought this would be our situation six years later, but God willing it will get better and we'll look back on this time wondering how we ever did it.  Let's hope.