When my stomach is growling, this is typically what I reach for now. Celery and (natural!) peanut butter. Probably what I should have been reaching for anyway, but a little non-dairy prompting has helped in my decision-making.
I know, you all are probably sick of hearing about my dairy situation. Sorry.
It's just kind of the MAIN THING ON MY MIND ALL THE TIME, so I feel the need to write about it. Here's the update.
Naomi still has bad gas episodes, but they are fewer and farther between. Two days out of the past six days have been hard, which is amazing. We were getting to the point where every day involved lots of crying and pain, so going days at a time with a happy girl is awesome. I'm figuring out how to phase out dairy. While I was surviving on soy milk, I wanted to expand my selection a bit. After suggestions from several friends, I finally loaded up the kids and headed to Whole Foods in a nearby city to check out their options.
I turned the corner past the organic cookies and TA-DA!
A large spanse of milk that isn't actually milk. I was thrilled.
I loaded up on chocolate almond milk and vanilla coconut milk. And chocolate ice cream made with coconut milk and coffee creamer also made with coconut milk. I know, I know, I should really go with unsweetened milks, but I'm kind of tip-toeing into this new territory. These are unchartered waters for me! I need all the sweetened help I can get.
So, my mac 'n cheese has been replaced with grilled chicken. My chips are now sliced peppers with hummus. My midnight snack is a coveted chunk of dark chocolate, and if I'm especially needy, I add a cup of chocolate almond milk. My morning pancakes have been replaced with an apple. I've scoured the Internet for non-dairy recipes and have some yummy-looking chocolate cupcakes I can't wait to try.
While the changes are noted, as I mentioned, there are still some bad episodes. Naomi had a rough morning today. After church, I stood in the kitchen while she screamed and leaned my head on my husband's shoulder. Through tears I told him how discouraged I felt, how frustrated I was that despite the changes, sometimes it feels like they aren't enough. He put his hands on my shoulders and told me that wasn't true--that the baby she is becoming isn't the baby she was only a week ago. The bad moments will still come and go, but the changes are working, and I couldn't give up. I nodded and scooped her up and we snuggled together for a long afternoon nap.
He's right. The changes are helping.
And it is totally worth it.