It’s been a while. I need to make a fun little post on Azita’s birthday. And then there are the million things I think of that I want to write on each day and share my thoughts, but that never get written down here, mostly because I am just too busy.
Ada has been sick with a stomach flu, and when she gets sick, she gets so so sick. She is like a different child. Velcro baby. She can’t sleep without me, she can’t be without me, she cries through car trips. It’s like we are back where we were before I quit eating gluten and soy and corn and anything packaged.
Her stomach is just so sensitive. Azita has, to this day, never been sick like Ada gets. But I guess if celiac disease is an autoimmune disorder, her immune system is not as strong as Azita’s is.
A stomach bug and her reactions to food are pretty similar. I think this was a stomach flu because of the severity.
I think she would have had to have eaten a crumb of bread or something directly, rather than a trace (which does make her react) for it to be this bad. And there were no bumps on her skin, until yesterday, at which point she seemed to have recovered from the stomach flu, but the day after we went to my in-laws house.
The have gluten in their house, as most people do, and it seems that we can’t go there without her getting the bumps the next day.
A lot of people think that giving up these groups of food must be terribly hard. And somedays, yeah, i’ts annoying.
But having Ada go from a bright, happy, very independant toddler, to a clingy, sick, pale baby that won’t venture off into the world and off my hip, reminds me not to be annoyed at eating gluten-free in the least.
She went back to exclusively nursing (from a kid who barely nurses and loves solids) and actually lost about half a pound.
Changing out you grew up eating is hard, yes, but having a sick child is so much harder.
Some of the other moms I know whose kids reactions to foods are behavioral say the same thing. One mom said she was talking to her friend who couldn’t believe she gave up dairy so easily, but her kid suffers from ADD, bed-wetting and a few other things that are commonly caused by dairy or another food or chemical.
And she was thinking, “How could coping with those things possibly harder than just *not* eating something!”
So anyway, I felt bad that Ada was sick on Azita’s birthday and felt like she might be getting shafted. No kid’s museum, or Monkey Joe’s.
I had promised her a trip to the mall because she wanted to pick out something with her birthday money from her grandparents from Claire’s– purses, hair things, tiaras, jewelry.
We rarely, rarely, rarely, go to the mall. She did get her promised trip and I took my mother-in-law with me and then I could focus on holding Ada and letting Azita have fun.
She did the carousel ride and then picked out a Disney Tiana purse (Eck, Disney is so ubiquitious she hasn’t even seen the movie but still wants anything Tiana. Marketing geniuses) and a hard boxy purse that she calls her “treasure box”.
Then the next day she got a surprise party. I took her to my LLL Working Mom’s meeting with me, and when we got home her cousin Layli and aunt and grandmas were all there. My sister decked the house out with Hawaiin stuff, and Azita got a flower bra and lei and grass skirt.
I do some pictures next post.