You know that old saying, "absence makes the heart grow fonder"? Well, that is so true. I have tested it. With my absence from dairy. It has been a very long four months, and I tell you, it has been difficult. I have had actual dreams of ice cream and cookies and milk. Oh yes I have. Our big splurge on our anniversary was a dinner full of sweet dairy. Oh my. It was...like heaven. The butter on the bread. The spinach artichoke dip. Oh sweet lord, the baked potato with butter and sour cream. HEAVEN.But that was a special treat. A night that I decided to indulge in dairy and then pump and dump my milk so as to not upset the boy. Some breast feeding moms pump and dump for a good night of drinking, but not me. I go wild with s steak covered in a cream sauce and a bowl of ice cream for desert. Much better than any amount of alcohol.
The problem was, once I had dairy again, I sorta remembered how much I loved it. And how much I missed it. And...and...how GOOD it is. So, we decided it was time to test the waters once more. Not going crazy. Lord knows I can't actually have a glass of milk or anything, but I thought he might be ready...dare I say it...for a little cheese on my chili. So, I tried it. Any you all, it was good. So so good. It tasted like chili is suppose to taste! And then I nursed him...and I crossed my fingers. And then...nothing. No spit-up. No upset stomach. No NOTHING! Normal happy smiling Henry!!
So then, last night I put sour cream on my jambalaya. He seemed good last night, so I had it again for lunch today. Nick and I had big plans for a PIZZA for dinner when the bubble burst. He had spit up a ton since lunch. Not an upset stomach, but lots and lots of spit-up. It was too much dairy. Sour cream was putting him over the edge. We have to slow down. For now, just a little sprinkle of cheese. But I will take it. It's better than nothing. So, welcome back dairy. I have missed you so. We must take it slow, but I know we will be inseparable again soon.