Gluten, Eczema, Similac

Our baby boy after a little Similac formula. I don't think we'll use that again.

So in the last couple months Watson has been seeing the doctor and trying to get healthy (finally *insert cheer*).  I swore to him that when he was ready to get healthy, we’d go all in and do it together.  We’ve gone to the nutritionist twice and have been making adjustments as we travel along our path to a healthier life style.  The big one for our house has been wheat.  I love white bread.  I love it so much there is no real way to perfectly explain to you how happy it would make me to have a loaf of Italian bread with butter for dinner.  LOVE it.  I’ve never eaten whole wheat anything.  I’ve hated wheat, rye, whole grain everything since I was a kid.  So when I say a big change, I mean huge.  Whole wheat bread, whole wheat pasta, whole wheat crackers, and brown rice. The ingredients can not say enriched wheat, it has to be stone ground.

Since this change I’ve been having more and more stomach problems.  I’m not talking a tummy ache after eating too much sugar pain.  I’m talking curled up in a ball in the corner of my bed praying the pain stops.  It got so bad I could barely nurse my son in the middle of the night. Continue reading

My story for National Breastfeeding Month

No sweeter face than a breastfeeding comma face.

In case you weren’t aware (which if you are an avid “mommy blog” reader you definitely do) August is National Breastfeeding Month.  I was too nervous to post this story before because I didn’t want any backlash from my employer at the time, but now that can’t happen and it should be shared.

A co-worker and myself are both breastfeeding mothers, so obviously we both have to pump.  She had been pumping since she returned to work in January and I had only been back to work a couple of weeks.  We had worked out a schedule with each other, as well as our manager, to try to avoid being off the phones at the same time (we worked in a call center).  One day our manager calls my co-worker into the office for a meeting, I am to go separately a half hour later.  After my co-worker finishes her meeting, I am instantly worried.  She looks furious.  So I go in and am told our call volume is off the charts, and they’ll need me to pump either within my 15 min break (not allowed to go over) or only on lunch…. Continue reading

Breastfeeding in Public

There were so many things I didn’t expect to be so difficult when it came to motherhood, breastfeeding is definitely one of them.  It’s time-consuming and a small trip can take a bit of planning.  The biggest thing was how controversial it is.  It never occurred to me that people would be upset by doing what women were made to do, nourish our children with our bodies.  When I see images of mother’s feeding their children I do not see a sexual image.  I certainly don’t feel sexy doing it.   Continue reading

Back to Work

I’ve officially completed my first week of work since I had my son.  To be perfectly honest, I thought it would go a lot worse.  I missed him terrible and I definitely cried leaving my driveway two days in a row.  But I’m finding it nice to be out of the house and getting to talk to grown-ups.  I printed pictures to have at my desk (for when I’m really feeling down about leaving him home), or I simply pester my sister-in-law for an update on what he’s doing.  The hardest part thus far?  Pumping.     Continue reading