I could live off of wine and cheese. Charcuterie trays, creamy and crumbly cheese, topped of by a flight of bold, chewy red wine is what my dreams are made of. As a mom though, I will settle for a cheese stick and a can of rose. It’s totes the same.
8 years ago, I gave up gluten. We had a great 30 year run, but apparently we needed to break up. My stomach and alopecialess head were grateful. My soul however was crushed, and I cried for all the beer I could no longer have. With those tasty hops now off limits, I found a new love for my magical “mommy juice”.
Growing E for nine months meant giving up my mommy juice. Charcuterie trays were also not on my approved pregnancy menu, either. I suppose one could nuke their tray, but the amount of barf that was already happening sans nuked charcuterie was enough for this mama. So instead, I demolished the weight of a small city in mozzarella cheese sticks.
We welcomed E a little over 4 months ago. I was so excited to have an outside baby, that I made my brother-in-law bring a bottle of rosè to the hospital. Sushi and rosè have never tasted so damn good.
So yeah, E-man is a champion eater. He loves his milk, and every two hours he demands to be fed. Like,loves his milkies.
Oh the irony.
You know what he doesn’t love? Dairy.
Please, shed a tear for me now. Little man apparently cannot stomach(see what I did there) when his mama eats dairy.
When this little dude entered the world, I gave up dairy to try and prevent reflux in him. Big sis had it, and it sucked. This time around I researched some more to see if we could prevent it. Dairy seemed to be a common trigger. So I said goodbye to my beloved cheese. My wine would just need to be consumed without it. It’s a sacrifice I know, but one I was willing to take.
Yeah, it didn’t work. My kid still puked everywhere and cried if he wasn’t being held. Sleeping was a joke. At his 2 month check up, his doc put him on Zantac. That stuff is magical. For real, he was like a new baby. Well, one that still puked everywhere, but at least he’s happy doing it. Doc also said I could resume eating all the cheesy goodness. Woohoo! So I stuffed my face with some cheese.
E was still all smiles. Mama was happy, too. Milk and cereal had never tasted so good.
That’s when the smell came. The clear the room type of smell.
Yeah, dairy and E still don’t get along. Who knew that a 8 week old could clear a room. Pungent would probably be too nice of a description.
So let’s all shed a tear for my palette, and rejoice for the fact that my kid’s butt no longer smells like something crawled in his diaper and died.
And let me know if one ever finds the unicorn of pizza: a vegan, gluten-free pizza that doesn’t taste or smell like cardboard and broken dreams.
Cheese, I will see you again next year, my friend.