Saturday, August 14, 2010

The worst diet in the world.

WARNING: This posts mentions boobs. So if that weirds you out, turn away now.

After battling yeast diaper rashes for months and months and then finally conquering those, I figured out that I have what the breastfeeding community calls intraductal thrush/yeast. Intraductal meaning it's moved inside my milk ducts. Thrush is normally a term for a yeast overgrowth in the mouth and can be a common breastfeeding problem in children who are nursing. They get the yeast in the mouth which manifests in white patches on their tongue and gums. This is easily transferable to the mother's nipple (yes, I said nipple) because yeast thrives in moist, warm environments and is fed by sugar (of which breast milk has plenty).

This whole battle began just after 3.0 turned a year old and I went through kidney stone surgery and received antibiotics. Now, just as a note to you women out there who might be pregnant and are planning on breastfeeding, a word of advice - DO NOT take unnecessary antibiotics. Avoid them like the plague and question the necessity of them with your doctor before he/she prescribes them to you. The same goes for prescribing them for your child. They are a world of trouble and pain waiting to happen. In my case, I needed them because I was going through surgery but they still effed me up.

Anyway, back on track. After four months of constant pain and waking up for hours in the middle of the night because I could not sleep through it, I made my first call to a lactation consultant. Yes, I'm one of those crazies who is still nursing my 18 month old even though he can walk on his own and eat solid food. If you need me to justify my reasons for that than you haven't done enough research into the benefits of breast milk or the average age of child led weaning. I'm not going to justify my decision, it is what it is. The lactation consultant suggested doing a heavy dose of flucanozole, and oral anti-fungal medication. That helped some but certainly didn't take it away. So I decided to take the next step and cut out all sugar, carbohydrates, dairy and a whole list of other foods from my diet. In case you are wondering here is a list of Foods To Avoid when on this diet. Pretty much everything enjoyable in life, no?

After almost a month of being on this diet I can say that the pain has stopped, I can sleep at night, I feel much healthier and as an added bonus I've lost 6 lbs. We are eating a whole bunch of vegetables that I never would have thought to have picked up before and we've brought experimentation back into our kitchen. 2.0 is having a blast concocting different dishes with all sorts of spices and has now discovered that he looooves fenugreek (a common spice in Indian cuisine). He's totally on board and supportive and is slimming down himself.

The hardest part of this diet, and probably most, is finding a balance between adhering to it and discovering treats that you can allow yourself to have. I'm sure most diets fail because a person eventually gives up on not having a snickers bar or 85% dark chocolate, in my case, and then they buy $50 worth of sweets, put in The Notebook and binge on Hagan Daaz ice cream while bawling their eyes out.

I've been experimenting over the last three weeks with finding my allowable sweet treat. It's come in the form of a delectable truffle ball. It's vegan, raw, gluten free, dairy free, sugar free and completely guilt free. The only questionable ingredient would be the cocoa powder but carob just isn't cutting it for me. bleh.

So here's the recipe base in case you want it. I used a mixture of Stevia and Xylitol for sweeteners. I would highly recommend doing research on these because they both have incredibly low glycemic indexes. Stevia contains virtually no calories because it's made from a leaf. Xylitol has 2/3 the calories of regular sugar, burns much slower, and is actually GOOD for your teeth. And heck no, this kid didn't eat any of these. These are Mama's treats. He gets the frozen blueberries that stain his fingers purple and fruit leathers.

Truffle Balls

2tsp Tahini (I use raw almond butter due to allergy)

1 T Yacon Syrup or you could sub stevia

1 tsp vanilla

1 tsp cinnamon

2T coconut

1/2 cup carob powder

2 T + milk alternative (almond is yummy)

Combine all ingredients except milk & carob. Add carob alternatively with milk until consistency of fudge. Roll into balls & roll in coconut. I sometimes add coconut to the mix as well.

Other yummy additions are hemp seed & coconut.

Friday, August 13, 2010

The Wild Rumpus!

You can't have a bad time when the word rumpus is involved. At least, that's what I told my step-sister Grace when she accompanied us on an adventurous outing to a Minneapolis children's bookstore. Of course, she had been there as a middle schooler so she had a sense of what it was going to be like.

Chickens. Chickens running around freely. Cages lining the walls filled with doves, cockatiels, ferrets, and free roaming cats napping in baskets. A child's delight and a mother's fear. Especially if you are the mother of a toddler who has yet to learn the skill of petting. I was constantly living in fear of two things:

1. My child plucking the chicken and then my being forced to pay for the chicken to go to therapy.

2. My child pulling each and every book off of the shelves and my being forced to stay there for weeks and weeks reorganizing the books back into their doohicky decimal system.

But overall, the Rumpus was a fun place to be and we got to watch 3.0 run around doing his banshee yell, pointing and grunting at all the creatures.

Mo Willems inspired dove (or pigeon).

The 70's chicken with the bell bottoms -

The bookshelves

3.0 informing me that petting a Griffin is way cooler than petting a sleeping cat -

Grace leading 3.0 out the mini door -

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Who stole the hummus?

How do you fit a quarter tub of hummus onto three crackers? I don't know. But somehow the hummus monster has figured out a way. In one week's time we've torn through three containers of various different hummus flavors. This kid is insane.

I'm going to have to start licking his fingers in order to get any hummus around here.

Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tip Me Over...

...and pour me out!

Child o'mine is ooooooobsessed with pouring and dumping things out. All day, every day he converts his normal non-pool/bath toys into mechanisms for pouring or dumping. He's done with his water, he dumps it on the floor. His mega blocks are no longer for stacking but only for the fun of dumping them out of the bag and then making me play 3942 mega-block-pick-up. My favorite game.

But there is nothing quite like the joy of pouring water from the bathtub or kiddie pool from various oddly sized and shaped vessels. Especially when looking like a beach bum comes so naturally.

Special thanks to Grandparents Bruce and Janet for the purchase of the kiddie pool. And special thanks to Grandparents Merry and Roger for the use of the backyard in order to set up said kiddie pool.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

Crunchy Granola....Bars.

We all already know my views on babywearing. I'm fairly outspoken about my views on breastfeeding. My son shared our bed until he was 11 months old. We use cloth diapers (when yeast isn't invading our household).

In internet terminology (mostly nerdy parenting forums) the term "crunchy" or "granola" refers to someone who is natural or a hippie. Now, I'm not one to ascribe to many of the ideologies that came out of the 60's but I do like to do things au naturale whenever possible. You know, except for like not shaving cause yeah, well....eww.

So it shouldn't be of any surprise that my son is wearing a necklace made from Baltic Amber which I purchased from Inspired by Finn (do I get something for plugging their name?) I've put this off for a long time. Mainly for fear of 2.0's reaction to his son wearing a necklace. But these molars are killing me and these things are supposed to have some sort of magical mystical quality that takes away pain. Or some kind of acid that works as an analgesic when in close contact with one's skin. It's probably not a good idea to mention acid and the 1960's in the same post. Either way, parents all over the place are raving about them and how they work and make your baby sleep better and take away teething crankiness, blah blah. And they hooked me with some kind of 30% off discount when you mention them on facebook...I'm a sucker.
What was 2.0's reaction, you ask? The following is taken from a transcript of our txt message conversation after I sent him a picture via phone -

Me: Check out Mozy's new amber necklace.
2.0: What? He's 80's now? Does it have a gold cross too?
Me: And who wore emo silver bean chokers in high school? That would be you.
2.0: Now all he needs is a miniature red Fiaro that he can wash while listening to Van Halen on his boom box.

End Transmission.

Add to the previous list of crunchy qualities and homeopathic teething remedies the fact that I juuuuuust baked homemade granola bars....yeah. Free monogamous love, baby.


Oh and sorry this is blurry - he was running at me shouting like a banshee.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

The week from hell.

It's been a long time since I've written here. This topic is so much deeper and so much more painful than anything I've ever spoken of in this space.

Sometimes, during our days there is less being spoken but more being said. There are times of quiet where 2.0 and I just reflect and express our thoughts in glances, the way married couples so often do. Every day the hurt ebbs and flows, gets stronger and then is more tolerable. Two steps forward, one step back. The dance of healing. Getting worse and then getting better.
Pain is pain, no matter if it is emotional or physical it still hurts. No one can take away your physical pain or make a cut heal faster for you. In like manner, no one can bear this burden for us nor make us heal any faster than we will. Time heals all wounds, right?

No matter what it always comes back to the fact that we lost our baby. We lost our baby. A child we tried for and wanted so badly. Come back, little one. Maybe that body just wasn't right for you and you need something stronger. Oh God, please take care of my little one or send him/her back to me.

No matter how little you were, you will always be a part of our family. The pain might fade but the memory never will. We love you,

Your Mum-mum, Da, and big brother.

Friday, May 7, 2010


When spring first sprung and we started taking little Marcus to playgrounds he hated the slide. He would cry going down. He would cry sitting on your lap while you went down with him. Along with the cry came this sound that could only be made in the depths of your gut with considerable abdominal tension accompanying; "eeeeeehhhhh!"

He wasn't real fond of the swing either. So when you cut out the slide and the swing that really only leaves you with going up stairs because this 14 month old hasn't mastered walking down them yet. Unless of course you "help" him by holding his hands while he blindly steps off of them and then catching him in his fall. As you can imagine, I couldn't tolerate the monotony that is up and down so I masterfully assimilated him into the love of swing and slide. He still doesn't like a full swing but he enjoys a relaxed and lazy back and forth especially if you place your face close enough so that when he comes forward you bump noses or kiss. That's how we got him to like the swing. Once he was okay with that it seemed like his gut toughened up a bit and it wasn't too long afterward that he enjoyed the slide.

Unfortunately, unforeseen in my mind was the fact that with loving the slide comes....up and down. Because now he's "forgotten" how to climb the stairs and walk to the top of the slide; he needs us to pick him up and plop him at the top. sigh.