Showing posts with label son. Show all posts
Showing posts with label son. Show all posts

Monday, November 8, 2010

Gluten Free - Our Story

  Last January my husband decided that he wanted to try the Paleo Diet in order to be able to climb to the next level of fitness. He's always kept himself healthy and exercised regularly, but he wanted to take it to the next level. I, somewhat reluctantly, agreed to give it a go.

  My husband had always regularly complained of stomach aches after eating. At the beginning of our relationship I used to take it personally, and often wondered if there was something wrong with my cooking. I had always considered myself to be a pretty good cook, but I started feeling a little insecure about it. He reassured me that it wasn't my cooking, and that he had had the problem as long as he could remember.

  In about March, my husband had a rather surprising revelation - he hadn't had a stomach ache in 3 months! This really was a big deal, as he generally had them several times per week. Being rather intrigued by this new bit of knowledge, I persuaded him to try a few food items that he no longer ate to see if they gave him problems. He fought me on it at first, but then we had a holiday weekend full of cookouts and he agreed. He first tried corn and potatoes. He said they made him feel 'heavy', but no stomach issues. Then he decided to eat a burger - with a bun.

  People, I'm telling you, he had gripping stomach cramps within minutes, and they didn't let up for 36 hours. I had heard of Celiacs and Gluten Intolerance before, but it had never occurred to me that either of those things could be the problem. After a few more 'experiments' and a LOT more research, we felt we had our answer. Gluten. We opted NOT to do the Celiacs testing for several reasons, but mainly because the test that gives the definitive diagnosis is a biopsy of your small intestine. Can we say 'invasive'? Also, we thought that having a 'pre-existing condition' could, quite frankly, cause nothing but problems; and if we already knew what the problem was, and how to avoid it, what was the point? So, on we pressed.

  In May, right after my sons' 3rd birthday, I stumbled onto some research about children and gluten issues. We had had some pretty intense behavioral issues with him for about a year - mainly being really contrary all the time and having uncontrollable tantrums - and were kind of  at a loss as to what to do next for him. There, on the web page about kids and gluten sensitivities, was something I'd never heard: the number one symptom in smaller children with gluten issues is behavioral issues - namely irritability and tantrums. It leapt out of the page at me and I was actually a little stunned by what I had just read. I told my husband what I had read and told him that I wanted to try cutting any and all gluten from his diet for 2 weeks to see if we saw any improvement. He agreed.

I was a woman on a mission. There was NO WAY that my kid was getting even a speck of gluten down his gullet. And then I went grocery shopping and realized that EVERYTHING has gluten in it. This was going to be hard. I already had a really picky eater, and now I was literally left with TWO THINGS that he would eat. And then something awesome happened. In 3 days the tantrums stopped. Not got less intense, not decreased in frequency... stopped. Then about a week later, he started eating REAL FOOD (well, real food for him anyway).

  Six months later, he's almost a different kid. He's still my son - and stubborn, argumentative, and way too smart for his own good - but the uncontrollable rages are gone. The irrational moodiness is gone. The sleeplessness is gone. The 'tummy aches' are gone. He runs (sometimes too much). He eats - bacon, eggs, hamburgers (no bun, or a homemade gluten free bun), hot dogs, fruit, veggies, cheese... so many things that he refused to eat before. And he's grown. A LOT. In 6 months he's grown 3 1/2 inches and gained 5 pounds. That's a TON for a 3 year old - and he was pretty tall to begin with!

  It's been hard, this foray into a gluten free diet. We decided a few months ago that our whole household needed to make the switch - more for the sake of my sanity than anything else. I'm learning more everyday - which is frustrating and liberating at the same time! And now, I'm planning our first gluten free Thanksgiving. It's proven to be quite a challenge, but I'm truly looking forward to it. I'll be writing a post on it soon, in fact. My biggest mission in all of this has been to never let my kids feel as though they're missing out on 'normal' food. I think I can succeed.

Until then...

Wednesday, July 9, 2008

My son, Mothman.

I decided this afternoon that my son has reached an age where it should be required by law to keep him locked up like a caged wild animal. Mostly because he is a wild animal. Obviously there was a horrible mix up at the hospital last year and they mistakenly gave me the adorable wild boar couple's baby from down the hall. My house, my son, and my sanity are completely in shambles.

Today boar-child and I went to a friends' house to relax and visit and that is exactly the opposite of what happened. I spent the 2 hours or so that we were there chasing him around the house trying to stop him from destroying every object in my friends' home in addition to her brand new (very expensive) wood floors. He tried to eat muddy shoes. He tried to pull the tablecloth (and everything, including lunch, with it) off of the table. He dumped his milk on her aforementioned brand new (very expensive) wood floors. He tried to climb on top of her 3 month old granddaughter. He attacked her dog with a rattle. Are you getting the idea yet? I'm pretty sure the stress of the visit killed brain cells.

And then it happened....

My son ate a dead moth.

And that is the thought that I will leave you with today. Enjoy.

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Apparently Surviving on Coffee Isn't So Bad

So, my (almost) 14-month-old son just learned how to open doors and our baby gate. He now has access to knives, chemicals, kitty litter and the trash can. And then he discovered he could drag the kitchen chairs over to the counter for even more access to all sorts of wonderful things. Oh, goody!

As I'm sure you can imagine, I've been running myself ragged chasing him around the house to keep him from killing himself - so I have had no time to eat, sleep, or shower. I've been surviving on coffee, crackers and string cheese for two days. Lucky for me, I found this article on MSN Health & Fitness that has made me feel slightly better about my sudden coffee dependency.

Apparently, the Autonoma University in Madrid, Spain did a study with 42,000 men and 84,000 women on the relationships between coffee consumption and dying from heart disease or cancer. Surprisingly (at least, to me) they found that women who drink between 2 and 3 cups daily of either regular or decaffeinated coffee had a 25 percent lower risk of death from heart disease, and an 18 percent lower death risk from a cause other than cancer or heart disease compared with non-coffee drinkers. For men, the 2-3 cups a day showed no difference in health risks. Bummer for the guys. But seriously, C'mon all my sleep-deprived mommies out there, how awesome is that?

It also said that their research showed that up to SIX cups a day showed nothing but positive effects on your health. Which is cool, because I had 5 cups already today. Now I just need to find a study on the positive effects of surviving on crackers and string cheese and I'll be good. Maybe between the caffeine, malnutrition and chasing my kid around I can at least lose a couple pounds, right? That just might make it all worth it...