Go Vegan!

If you follow this blog you may have noticed a steady progression, an escalation, shall we say, in Little One's sad faces over time- from happy face to were-baby to colic-baby, to now. Poor little Little One. "Now" means GERD baby. What is the difference between colic-baby and GERD-baby you ask?
Well once I sat on a plane with this woman who told me all about her gall bladder. For THREE HOURS. And I vowed never to become That Lady. Besides which, I don't want to overwhelm you all with big fancy medical words like "esophageal". So I won't go into detail. We'll suffice it to say that it means that rather than general fussiness for unknown reasons, we have miserable screaming for a specific reason.
This reason makes it hurt when Little One swallows, which makes her cry. Those two things make it very hard for Little One to eat. So then she is very hungry, so she screams. Which makes it hurt even more to swallow, and we all play this fun little ring-around-the-rosy till we wear ourselves out. Yay!
As entertaining as this cycle can be, (and, woo hoo, let me tell ya, it can just capture all your attention for hours! Like a good book! Or a comedy show! Or Chinese water torture!) we have opted to attempt to break it. Just to, you know, change things up a little, try new things. Like this 'sleep' thing we hear so much about.
So to do that I get to make "moderate diet changes which may help to alleviate the problem". These "moderate changes" include the excision of the following products from my grocery list:
Eggs, Dairy, Soy, Peanuts. Which means that I am now a vegan. Probably PETA put Little One up to this, come to think of it.
Well even though this means I am mourning the loss of both ice cream and tofurky, Little One does not feel sorry for me. This is because for her part in the "kill the GERD" game plan, she has to take medicine. Little One thinks that this medicine is kind of like dancing on the bar when you're wasted; it's kinda fun once, but after that it's just distasteful.
Lest I sound all whiny and pouty, I will say that between bouts of misery Little One is still smiling and being a trooper, and we are all still having fun. Really! Not even the evil GERD can detract from Little One's adorableness, and besides there are some plus sides to this whole thing.
For example there are extra cuddles. And the hope that things will get better now that we've identified the problem. And the fact that J has taken it upon himself to make me special, fancy, non-soy-or-peanut-laced vegan breakfast, and to snuggle and entertain Little One so I can actually eat it. Which reminds me that, GERD or no, Little One and I are a couple of the luckiest girls on the whole earth.