Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Global FPIES Day - October 14, 2014

There are literally thousands of diseases out there, and after all the ALS ice bucket challenges, I know people are tired of hearing about one more cause... but today is Global FPIES Day. For me, this is one that hits close to home, because our 17 month old daughter suffers from a very rare, and very serious disease called Food Protein Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome (FPIES). I'm not asking anyone to dump buckets of water on themselves, or to donate money to any cause. This year, what I'm asking for, is for people to hear our story and be aware of just how complicated this condition is.

We are one of thousands of parents around the globe who's children suffer from Food Protein Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome (FPIES). We are certainly not worse off than some families with this condition, but we're far from being a normal family. FPIES is a condition where our daughter suffers from an allergic type of reaction to the proteins in foods. All foods with any trace amounts of protein in them are a potential risk for her. This means that even fruits and veggies are a potential risk. To make it simple for most people, we say "she's allergic to...." In actuality, it's much more complicated than that. You see, FPIES isn't like a regular food allergy. It isn't detected with a blood test. The only way to know what foods are dangerous for our daughter to eat, are to give her each food on a special trial schedule, and pray that she doesn't react to it. But when she does.... oh boy, it's rough. Really rough. To give you a general idea of what we've been through, I'll start at the beginning. Yes, this is going to be long.

Brook is our pride and joy. We were so happy the day she was born, and I couldn't have asked for a better experience bringing her into this world. From the very first weeks of her life, Brook was a great baby. She didn't sleep great, but what baby does? She had crying periods, but not too bad. She loved to be held all the time, and would get super sweaty. She loved to be in just a diaper being held in front of a fan. Our little "northern" baby as we liked to joke. As the summer finally started to come, my mother in law came to stay with us for the summer. It was a relief to have help, as my husband was working graveyards, and as most people know, a new mommy doesn't get much sleep. Brook began to have crying jags, where she would just cry miserably, and so loud it was concerning. Which was odd for us, since she usually doesn't cry. Everything else seemed fine though, and all of her doctors appointments they said she was perfectly healthy, that it would just pass. Likely a little cholicy. At a few months old, we had a couple bloody diapers, and mucous in a few. We figured she was sick, and the pediatrician said she probably strained too hard. (If this is too much for you, I apologize, but baby poop is literally the center of our lives as FPIES parents, you'll understand why soon.)

By 6 months old, we were ready to introduce Brook to solid foods! I had been nursing exclusively up to this point, around the clock on demand. The break was to be a welcome one. We decided to try a "super food" and introduced avacado first. She didn't want anything to do with it. After several tries, we gave up since she wouldn't even swallow a bite. It's a good thing though, as we would later find out that avacado is one of the high risk foods for FPIES babies. We moved on to rice cereal, the classic standby "perfect first food." The first time Brook ate rice cereal, she did fine. She only ate a bite, so she seemed like she was able to tolerate it. The second day also went fine. On day three, about three hours after she ate it, she went to bed for the night. I of course, was still nursing her to sleep at this point. She was almost asleep, when she then projectile vomited all over me, the bed, and herself. Poor baby, she was miserable. Daddy held he for clean up, and about 20 min in, she proceeded to vomit again. Just the two times. Mind you, she had only had maybe 2 tsp of rice cereal, if that. I figured that her tummy was full, and that the nursing was just too much. We took a break from solids for about a week until her tummy seemed to go back to normal.

The next time we gave her rice cereal a week or so later, it happened again. So we took her to the pediatrician, and were told that she had a stomach bug. That she'd be fine. So we waited, and gave solids another break. Again, the next time we gave her rice cereal she projectile vomited. But this time, she had eaten quite a bit, she was now 7 months old. She proceeded to vomit every 15-20 min for about 2-3 hours. It was horrible. Like something out of the exorcist. (Really, if you imagine an infant going through a forceful choking vomiting session, it's NOT funny.) While holding her at the pediatricians office, she kept vomiting while we tried to find out what was going on. This time, the urgent care doctor thought she might have pyloric stenosis (where the lower part of the stomach narrows and becomes blocked by an enlarged muscle, causing a back up and not letting the food through the stomach into the intestines... it's more complicated than that, but needless to say also very scary). It would require surgery if she did indeed have it. We made a follow up appointment the next day with our pediatrician. He was well aware by now that we had been going through this on a regular basis. He had a different opinion though. He said that we might be looking at something called "FPIES" (pronounced F and pies like apple pies). Simply put, stop giving her rice cereal and move on to something else. If she does it again, we'll look into pyloric stenosis. If not, then she's basically "allergic to rice."

So we did. We moved on. We stopped giving her rice cereal. Her pediatrician gave us a hand out at her appointment saying that children this young are too difficult to test for food allergies, and the best solution is to just avoid the food. The hand out indicated that FPIES was tricky since it couldn't be tested by blood, but mostly by clinical observation of the symptoms. There isn't even a current diagnostic code for physicians to use. (It will be coming out in 2015!!!) And many pediatricians have never even heard of FPIES.

So we were careful moving on to new foods. Giving each new food careful observation when introduced by itself where nothing else new was given at the same time. She went from 7 months to 12 months without another reaction. It is so easy to feel like maybe it was all a mistake, or that nothing is really wrong with your child when you don't see the bigger picture. To be honest, I feel like a jerk. I didn't put the time and effort into researching FPIES and how to manage living with it, until we got her next failed food.

I went to visit some friends, and while I was out, I didn't think anything about letting Brook sip some coconut water from the bottle I was drinking. She'd never had it before, but I didn't think that a liquid could even pose a threat. That same day, she had turkey for the first time. That night about 8 hours later, she woke up projectile vomiting all over everything and everyone. It lasted for hours. HOURS. Every 15-30 min for about 5 hours straight. It was horrible. She wouldn't eat after that. She went a week without eating any solid foods at all. She would only nurse. I had once again become the sole source of her sustenance. She lost 2 lbs in a week. That may not seem like a lot, but when you only weigh 20 lbs, it is a considerable portion of your body weight. To make it worse, for two weeks following her violent reaction, she had horrible diapers. Mucous and a host of other issues that I won't go into. We went through a case of diapers in two weeks. I felt so confused. I didn't know what caused the reaction... the coconut, or the turkey?

I finally kicked myself into gear, and made a follow up appointment with an actual allergist and started doing the research I should have done months before. Her allergist was amazing. She answered all of our questions, and scheduled Brook right away for blood tests. She was too little for a skin test, so they needed to rule out any "real" allergies (the type that show up on a blood test). These tests are for Immunoglobulin E reactions to foods (IgE) and measure the blood level of IgE in response to common food allergies. The IgE antibodies are proteins made by the immune system that attack antigens, such as bacteria, viruses, and allergens. So the more there are, the more likely you are to be allergic to something. But FPIES isn't an IgE response to foods. FPIES is entirely gastrointestinal and is one of many autonomic nervous system dysfunction disorders. This test, would tell us if she had regular food allergies (the kind you treat with an epipen).

The tests were horrible... three people holding her down while screaming as they missed the vein over and over again at two different labs. After an entire morning attempting to draw blood intravenously from our poor 13 month old, they were finally able to complete the test at the children's hospital by taking it from the vein in the back of her hand. The test came back negative for everything. This was good. This meant we didn't have any IgE mediated allergies... no allergies requiring an epipen, and narrowed it down to FPIES. The specialist then met with us for a follow up, to discuss food trials for an FPIES diagnosis and how to proceed moving forward.

There are two groups of symptoms for FPIES. Acute, which are the violent reactions that tell you something is definitely wrong (vomiting, diarrhea, blood or mucous in the stool, foul smelling stool, dehydration, lethargy, shock, weight loss, failure to thrive, hypothermia, hypo tension, abdominal distension, etc.) and then there are chronic symptoms that if you didn't know to look for them, would appear to be just an ill child or one that is "fussy." The chronic symptoms were the ones we knew nothing about. Poor sleeping habits (not just your regular 2-4 wake ups a night, but 10+ each night for MONTHS on end). Chronic hiccups. Eczema type rashes. Sweating. Crying uncontrollably for no apparent reason. Arching her back in pain/discomfort like something is wrong with her stomach. Stomach distension. Moody/irritable. In other words, the symptoms of FPIES had been staring us in the face since the early months after she was born.

As it turns out, Brook has been reacting to the foods that I am eating, through my breast milk. So, I stopped eating rice, turkey, coconut. She started sleeping slightly better. (Not great, but better). She was happier. Things were looking up. Each new food goes through a full two week trial period. She has to trial the food for a full week, then take a short break of three days, then three to four days on again. If she reacts with any acute symptoms, we have to pull the food. If she reacts with two or more chronic symptoms, we have to either push through the pain or pull the food. To make it even more complicated, and here's the real kicker, FPIES has a nifty little trick where if she fails a food (has a reaction) or becomes violently ill with a gastrointestinal sickness, any of the safe foods prior to that time can now pose a threat again. The lining of the intestine basically makes it fair game for reactions again. This is maddening for a mom who wants to wean her toddler on to solid foods. It's like Russian roulette with food.

Since that time, we've discovered she reacts also to straight cows milk (but not to yogurt or cheese, since the proteins in them are broken down enough to not trigger the FPIES symptoms) as well as carrageenan (it's derived from seaweed and in almost every dairy product you can think of). Needless to say, cutting out rice and cows milk are the two hardest for me.

Eating out poses a threat. Eating from anywhere that I didn't make the food myself poses a threat. Did you know that restaurants often put rice in the salt shaker to prevent clumping? Or that pasta, french fries, bread, and other common carb foods are often coated in rice flour to prevent sticking? It's not on the label either, since it's not an ingredient IN the food. Not to mention how dairy is in everything... Reading the labels on foods is not enough. You can see now how FPIES can make eating a stressful event. Many parents in the FPIES support network talk about what we call "accidental exposures" from foods that don't fully list the ingredients. Turns out Brook reacts to rice based maltodextrin too. We quickly found out that taco seasoning contains maltodexrin from one of my favorite places to eat. Rice vinegar, rice flour, rice based maltodextrin... you can see how anything derived from one of her many allergies can become another food she can't eat. In addition, FPIES has shown that if you react to a specific food (like rice for example) that you're likely to react to other foods in that same food family.... so for us, grains are a high risk food. Since she failed turkey, poultry meats are a high risk food.

It's hard enough getting a toddler to eat, let alone having them only eat off of a pre-selected menu of fruits and veggies. (Try to imagine getting a toddler to eat broccoli every day for two weeks!) I can't just feed my kid something on the go. Any time we go anywhere, we have to plan to feed her. Even if it's not a meal time, we have to prepare to have a snack ready. I have to follow her around making sure that she doesn't grab a potentially unsafe food from someone else, or off of the floor. Toddlers put everything into their mouths. Unvaccuumed floors are dangerous for kids with FPIES. I have to be careful not to eat anything with her unsafe foods as well since she's still nursing. This makes family gatherings, parties, and holidays much more difficult for us. On top of all this, I get "the look" from people because I'm still breastfeeding a 17 month old. Yep, I've got reasons I just don't feel like telling every person in the world about. I'm doing what I have to do, to keep my girl growing and fed.

We are lucky in some respects. There are families out there with NO safe foods, where their little ones react to every solid food they have tried. These same children get put on horrible tasting elemental formulas or IV drip feedings. The icing on the FPIES cake is that this disease is misdiagnosed, and often unheard of by many pediatricians. Children can go months, even years, without proper medical attention and care. We were lucky that our pediatrician had heard of it. Most children will outgrow this. Some will not. For now, please just know that if you invite us over and we decline, it's not you, it's FPIES. I know this was a book, and that most people won't read all of it. But if you did, thank you for taking the time to try to understand what we are going through. Today is Global FPIES Day. This is the one day of the year where I will openly post about this to let people know what Brook is going through.

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Friday, September 5, 2014

The End is Near

We're about to get really real in here. Let's talk nipples. Yep, I'm going there. In the last 16+ months, I have had a few times where nursing has been horrifically painful. The first weeks, which is natural as the body adjusts and your nipples get calloused and toughen up for the year ahead. Then when I had a milk blister. It was horrible, and you can read all about them here (http://kellymom.com/bf/concerns/mother/nipplebleb/). Again, when she went through a growth spurt around 9 and 12 month marks. Now, at 16 months, I fear my child is trying to bite my nipples off.

She is both teething with a molar and must be going through yet another growth spurt at the same time. I'm bleeding, cracked, and the skin is literally peeling off the tip of my nipples. The outer later of skin on the tip of the nipple has turned white around the edges of the bloody scabs and I have teeth marks that are not fading or going away. She's been latching funny lately, and is "nipple nursing" where she only takes the nipple just between her teeth, and sucks so hard while biting down with both the top and bottom teeth, that I feel like I've had my nipples in a vise. I imagine the sucking sensation helps alleviate the pressure in her mouth from the molar coming in.

To make it worse, since this has now been going on for 6 days, the breast tissue around the nipple is so sore that wearing a bra is painful. Wearing anything is painful. But, I can't parade around without one at work, or even at home (she'll then think it's time to nurse). The pain is so severe, that I have lost the ability to tell if it's from the raw skin, the teeth, or just from the bruised breast tissue. I can no longer distinguish if she's nursing correctly, or not. It feels like white hot lightening every time she latches, and like I'm being electrocuted throughout the nursing session. The nights are the worst, since she still wakes frequently, refuses to go back to sleep without nursing, and wants to stay on the breast for hours at a time.

I have come to the very sad conclusion, that this may very well be the end of breastfeeding for me. I had hoped to let her self wean, which had been going well, especially with me at work 40 hours a week. However, I had planned to keep nursing her to sleep, and upon wake up, as long as she wanted it (and wished that she'd just start sleeping through the night and not need to nurse to go back to sleep). Clearly, that isn't working out. The pain is too intense. When you're crying while nursing your child to sleep, trying to bite back any sobs of pain so that she'll just. go. to. sleep. Then you know you are in a losing battle. I'm so not emotionally ready to be done, but I think physically I'm at the end of my rope.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

Going Paleo

With our daughter's food allergies becoming more and more evident with every new solid food we introduce, we are clearly in need of drastic change in our diet. Since I'm still nursing, that means I've had to cut out rice (and all rice derived foods including maltodexterin), turkey, coconut, cows milk and carrageenan. Foods that contain these in any form trigger her FPIES, and make it so that she has a miserable time (and potentially weeks of pain). Her poor little tummy can't take it. So that means mommy needs to suck it up, cause if you can't beat 'em, you have to join 'em. 

We've decided to go Paleo. Yes, I'm well aware that the "Paleo Fad" has it's ups and downs. My husband and I have put a lot of time and energy into reading up on the Paleolithic diet (Paleo for short) over the last few weeks. Given the FPIES confirmation from her allergist, the Paleo diet seems to be one of the healthiest options for cutting out potentially hidden triggers that are in almost all foods in the United States. Paleo will allow us to cut the crap (pardon my language) without cutting out nutrition. 

This means we are now a dairy free, grain free, and sugar free home. We've started making the transition slowly into buying grass fed organic meats (hey, I'm not stupid, I still have a freezer full of chicken I know she can eat that we will continue to use until it's gone.) We've stopped buying noodles, potatoes, corn, and bread. We have started making sure every meal has lean proteins in moderate proportions with plenty of veggies. We've made sure we have a balanced intake of fruit so that we don't end up with any issues with excess fructose. We've started snacking on nuts and seeds (limited since they are high in fat). It's been 4 days and I'm already feeling a difference. So far, it hasn't had a direct affect on my milk supply.  

In regards to paleo and nursing, they can be very compatible and clearly mankind survived and thrived from the cave man time, so they must have been able to produce milk just fine on a more natural diet. However, any body that makes a change this drastic will likely see a dip in supply. As a result, I'm planning to make sure to do the following:

1. Keep my water intake high. I already don't drink soda, juice, coffee, or any caffeinated drink, so water is my main go to. Now that I'm cutting out milk, I'll be making sure to replace my milk consumption with water.

2. Snack! One of the best parts about the paleo diet, is that it doesn't claim to be a diet, but a lifestyle change. This means that you aren't supposed to be hungry. If you're hungry, you're doing it wrong! So when I get hungry, I have a light snack... fruit, nuts, seeds, veggies, dried fruits, home made lara bars.... I'm learning that I love almond butter on celery or apple slices!

3. Perspective: This is not a no carb/low carb diet. I'll be eating healthy carbs (not those nasty starchy, processed carbs that my body clearly can't handle well). Fresh local fruits and veggies. Plenty of squash and yummy sweet potatoes. I'll be replacing the bad fats I had been eating, with good ones that will add nutrients to my milk supply.

4. Continue to eat galactagogues: I'll be eating ones that are Paleo. (Nuts, flax, fennugreek, dark leafy greens, carrots, tahini, garlic, papaya, asparagus, figs, apricots, dates, salmon!)

But what about your daughter, isn't she going to starve, surely every child needs grains!? (I hear you asking this!) There are a lot of things about our daughter that aren't in line with what you would need to feed a typical toddler. Grains cause her considerable pain and a wide variety of symptoms. As a result, we have to be creative, and make sure to provide the maximum nutrition to her as possible. Even without going paleo, her diet is already severely restricted. This diet just ensures that I'm eating foods she can eat safely through me, and that she's eating foods that are free of processed ingredients. 

This means I'll be continuing to breastfeed on demand throughout the night, and then three times a day (wake up, mid-day, and before bed) in addition to the solid foods she gets. I'm continuing to pump during my lunch break at work so that I can ensure she has a bottle for nap time when I'm at work. Don't worry, she'll be well fed, but allergen free. Some of the best benefits of paleo for children with FPIES can be a decrease in gas, rashes, hiccups, general stomach cramping, and better sleeping! (Oh God, that last one sounds sooooo good.) Essentially, it's worth trying since what we're currently doing hasn't been working. 

Monday, July 14, 2014

FPIES Sucks... A lesson in accidental exposure

As I’m beginning to learn, FPIES really sucks. Last night we had an accidental exposure to rice. We thought we’d be safe going out for fast food, and just ordering something that didn't have rice in it. Well, apparently, after calling the company HQ and asking for a breakdown of the ingredients in the sauce, rice flour is used in the making of the flour tortilla we ingested (edit: and found out the maltodexterin was rice based as well). My poor baby had a very bad night. Took almost 2 hours to go to bed (when she was clearly tired), was overly fussy, woke up about 20+ times, had gas and tummy pain throughout the night, and hiccups on and off all morning. Needless to say, I feel guilty not being as vigilant as I should have been. I feel terrible that I was too tired to cook, and the shortcut came at the cost of our daughter’s comfort and health. Unfortunately, today was supposed to be day 1 of the break in our corn trial, so now I might get mixed symptoms when we start back up in a couple days. This contamination thing is no joke. If I eat rice, or anything with rice, she gets it through nursing. If she eats rice, or anything with rice, she gets sick. It just feels so very unfair to see her go through this over and over again.

Our follow up appointment is coming up next week. I feel very frustrated and at a loss for what to ask the allergist. Where do I even begin? I feel like I don’t even know what to ask. This feeling of being helpless is frustrating, and makes it hard to enjoy “living in the moment” with my sweet little girl, when all I do is stress about her food… is she getting enough, too much of what she can have, are we causing eating problems in the future, will she have weight issues, will she have food aversions because we limited what she could eat at such a young age, will she gain weight, lose weight, ever stop nursing….. not to mention all the questions about trying to understand her condition, and what it is we should be doing to help her. Today is just a frustrating kind of day.

Saturday, July 5, 2014

The Allergist

Thursday morning was our daughter's first appointment with the allergist we were referred to for her rare food allergies. The allergist agrees that it's likely Food Protein Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome (FPIES) but wanted to rule out any regular IgE mediated allergies by doing a blood test for a full allergy panel to include rice, turkey, avocado, dairy, soy, eggs, nuts, and a whole slew of other things that she usually does on an FPIES kid food panel screening (she's familiar with it!!!) For us, this is a good thing, as knowing if she has a "traditional" food allergy on top of the FPIES ones will help us to not confuse the symptoms. As I understand (I'm still very new to FPIES, so please don't shoot me if this is wrong!) a traditional IgE mediated allergy shows up by blood test. The Immunoglobulin E (IgE) is a type of antibody that is present in the blood and binds to allergens. So when a trigger food is introduced, you see a response in the blood. You're able to know there is a reaction for sure... so this can cause all kinds of reactions.... itching, rashes, closed airways, wheezing, swelling, etc. Everything you think of when you think of a food allergy. Since FPIES is NOT an IgE mediated allergy, in theory, when these foods are all tested, there shouldn't be any response at all from the IgE in the blood. If there is, then we know she is potentially dealing with two separate types of food allergies. We don't believe this is the case, so our allergist expects to get back a "clean" panel telling us that she isn't allergic to anything in the traditional sense. (That tricky FPIES!)

Our allergist wanted us to get the blood test done right away. We were sent to the blood lab at Qwest Diagnostics, and they attempted to get blood from her arm... it didn't go well, and I can't imagine how it could have gone worse. They had my husband restrain arms and body her while holding her, while I attempted to help hold down her legs, at the same time as trying to (poorly) calm her down by singing, talking to her and various distraction techniques that all failed horribly. She was screaming before they even got a needle into her arm. Just trying to find the vein she was already crying hard enough to work up a sweat. By the way, this is clearly torture to a parent to have to put their child through this. Knowing that you need to have a test done, but that it's going to cause pain, anxiety, and fear in your child is one of the worst feelings I've ever had as a parent.

They couldn't get the blood from her first arm after struggling for about 8 minutes. SO they tried the other arm.... after 10 more minutes of wiggling the needle around in her arm, while she screamed and sobbed hysterically (all while we were restraining her arms, legs, body and head...) we told them to stop. We couldn't take it anymore, and they clearly couldn't find the vein. It was evident to both of us that they were not trained to do a blood draw on a 14 month old baby. We ended up being referred to a local Children's Hospital about 40 minutes away for their special lab equipment. They have a special light that you put under a baby's arm so you can see the vein through their arm or hand.

They were great! They just looked at her arms first, and knew right away that it would be too difficult; instead, they ended up taking blood from the vein in the back of her hand. She was drenched with sweat and tears by the time it was over. The hospital staff was great though. Once they got the needle in the vein, she calmed down to me making animal sounds for her (what does the duck say? quack, quack, quack...) She was so terrified of all the people, being held down, and the equipment. I felt so guilty afterward I went and got her safe snacks that she likes, and a new touch and feel book, took her home, and finally was able to nurse her right to sleep in about 10 minutes.

The good news is that it's done and over with, and we should have the results in a week or so.... here's hoping we don't have IgE allergies on top of FPIES.

Monday, June 23, 2014

12 Months and More

I finally made it to a year of breast feeding! I'm so proud of myself that I didn't have to supplement at all over the last year. Don't get me wrong, there were plenty of times where I was ready to throw in the towel. I was so ecstatic when I hit that one year mark... but sadly, that excitement wasn't shared by anyone else in my life. It seems as if, the moment you hit one year, everyone around you starts asking when you're going to stop. As if, turning one, means that all the sudden you must switch to cows milk, wean your baby, and never look back. I was being asked at least 2-3 times a week by various co workers, relatives, and friends, if I planned to wean, and when. When did this become anyone's business? When did people start to care so much about when my baby would stop drinking milk from my breasts, and what my plans were for stopping. That seems so absurd to me. Minimal to no support throughout the entire year, and here everyone is, all of the sudden vested in when my output will end.

Well, as it turns out, we will likely be breastfeeding much longer than what I had originally anticipated. Not for her comfort (per say), or for my own desires. We have recently found out that our daughter has a rare food allergy called Food Protein Induced Enterocolitis Syndrome (called FPIES - like the letter F and apple pies). This very rare food allergy is not your typical food allergy. No ma'am, it is the kind that makes you hate feeding your child. As we started to transition our daughter from being primarily fed on breast milk, to eating more and more solid foods, we found out that our daughter is allergic to rice. Yes, rice. That isn't a typo. I've heard from so many people that it's not possible to be allergic to rice. I've even had doctors tell me this. Our pediatrician first suggested it, and we are headed to visit an allergist/specialist in the coming weeks. For those of you unfamiliar with FPIES (like I was) I will give you the nutshell version. It's not a normal food allergy. You don't get a rash, hives, wheezing, breathing difficulties, closed airways, etc. Instead, you get delayed projectile vomiting followed by mucousy, stringy, diarrhea diapers for days. The vomiting can start anywhere from 1-8 hours after a "trigger food" (rice in our case) has been ingested. The vomiting happens every 5-15 min for hours on end. It can lead to dehydration, lethargy, and shock. Sadly, you can't do a blood test, or a skin test for this kind of allergy. Those types of allergies are called IgE allergies (think testable by the immune response in your blood). Instead, the ONLY way to test for this food allergy, is by giving your child the food that will make them violently ill, sick for days on end, and not want to eat for potentially days to weeks. As you can imagine, breast feeding is one of the few ways you can keep a child who is this sick, well hydrated. It is hard on me, but when she gets sick, it's this or having to potentially go to the ER for an IV.

I had planned to start tappering down the number of feeds I was doing, so that we could wean by 18 months. As of last week, that plan is on hold. We ran accross another food that triggers an FPIES reaction. It appears she is also allergic to turkey. We're not 100% sure what caused it, since she had a couple new foods at the same time. But, I am back to breast feeding on demand. As you can imagine, with a 14 month old baby, that means she needs a lot more milk than I can keep up with right now. So you aren't rid of me yet, and this blog may eventually become very geared toward informing and educating the public about FPIES and our journey. For now, I will need to continue nursing, as it has been 6 days where she has eaten less than 2oz of solid foods a day. Until she is back to normal, I am on duty 24 hours a day.

Thursday, February 20, 2014

On Parenting, Nursing, and the Generational Divide

This is a difficult post to write, as it reveals some very personal feelings about my relationship with my own mother that I have always kept private. So I'll drop all pretenses and speak in honest truths that are hard to speak in hopes that some of you can relate to my own feelings.

I'm 30 years old. My daughter is my first and only child at this time. I was 4 day shy of my 30th birthday when I gave birth to my daughter. I had planned my pregnancy, I had researched my birthing options, and I had done everything different than my mother. I had a midwife instead of an O.B.,I planned for a birthing center birth, but had a home birth, I was completely un-medicated, and I did delayed cord clamping by choice. We co-sleep, feed on demand, and have never once given our daughter formula. We practice baby lead weaning, and believe that positive discipline is the best approach to raising a healthy engaged child in this world.

My mother had an unplanned pregnancy as a newly married woman at 19 years old. I was born in a hospital, stayed in the NICU for the first few weeks, and when I was brought home I was put to sleep in a crib of my own. I was fed formula from the beginning, and never breastfed once. I was fed on a schedule, and napped on a schedule. I was left to cry myself to sleep if I woke at an inconvenient time, or if it was time to go to bed. Our situations were so far removed from each other, that it has been hard for us to relate to each other on many of these issues.

When my mom was young, she went to doctors, friends, family and neighbors for advice on how to raise her children. That was the way her mother had done it, and that was the way she did it. The concept of reading books about parenting, searching blogs, websites, joining online mommy forums, is all completely foreign to my mother. She doesn't understand why I don't take her advice as gospel when it comes to raising my child.

She knows almost nothing of modern parenting. Her vocabulary doesn't include the wonder weeks, attachment parenting, or elimination communication. Being an eco parent means nothing to her. She has never heard of Dr. Sears or even baby led weaning. She thinks that cloth diapering is old fashioned. She thinks it's safe to surround your babies by pillows on a bed, that you can put your newborn to sleep on its tummy, and that the best way to get a baby to sleep through the night is to just ignore it's cries and it will learn to just stop crying for you eventually. She thinks that cracking the window makes it fine to smoke around children. She believed a bar of soap in the mouth taught a toddler not to say bad words, and that spanking you taught you to behave. She honestly believes that you can "spoil" an infant by responding to their cries every time. She feels that babies can be manipulative in nature, and that children can be "brats" when they are misbehaving. She thinks it's hippie parenting to talk to your child about their feelings. 

Sadly, I have heard from other women in my daughter's birth month mommy support group, that this same generational divide has made it hard for us to connect with our own mothers and to seek their advice. The digital generation has access to so much more information than the generations before us. We have the ability to find all of our options, research them at length, review what works for some and not for others, and make an educated decision about our choices. We have the option of questioning medical professionals who feel that it's appropriate to give parenting advice on issues that should be parenting issues, not medical issues. We question advice given if it doesn't feel right to us. We're a generation of young mothers trying to break the cycle by parenting in a more natural and loving way. In a way, going back to the roots of parental instincts balks at everything our mothers did. It spits in their proverbial faces and calls into question their decisions. It's no wonder that parenting in this generation lacks support from our own mothers and grandmothers. We're a generation of women often feeling unsupported and lost when we have no one to turn to but each other.

You may be asking what this has to do with nursing. My mother has managed to make quite a few comments about my nursing on demand. My daughter is nearly 10 months old, and I feed her when she shows signs of wanting to nurse. I follow her cues. I don't feed her on a schedule or by the clock. I've been told by my mother that I feed her too much, and that I'm going to make her fat letting her eat whenever she wants. I've been told that I don't let my infant get hungry enough.... as if an infant can't feel the difference between being a little hungry and really hungry. I've been made to feel embarrassed about nursing my daughter. I've been expected to leave the room or cover up with my parents around. I've been asked when I'm going to stop nursing. I've been side eyed for suggesting that I'd go longer than a year because my daughter might not feel ready to stop that soon. I've been told it's "unnatural" for children over 18 months to nurse (even though most of the world nurses while their toddlers are learning the world of solid foods).

Something is very wrong with America. We have a perverse desire to break new mothers. We take it as gospel when a doctor says you should or shouldn't co-sleep or night nurse after X amount of months. Somehow, we've allowed previous generations of mothers and so-called professionals to cast a shadow of doubt on our own instincts of what feels natural and right to us. 

I feel as if we are pioneers, venturing into a new (or long forgotten) territory of motherhood. We are the generation that can bring back the instinctual practices of parenting, one that will teach our own children to do what feels right instead of what others tell you is right. For now, I choose to raise my child in the way that I wish, and I will continue to battle the criticisms of my mother and her generation's parenting advice on my own generation. 

Friday, February 14, 2014

Happy Valentines Day

I have survived 9 and a half months of nursing. If you have no clue what that means, then let me enlighten you....
  • 9.5 months of constant worry about milk supply. 
  • Painful pumping. 
  • Milk blisters. 
  • Dealing with a baby who wouldn't take the bottle when I went back to work, no matter how hard we tried. 
  • Discovering that my milk tastes metalic/soapy because I have excess lipase. 
  • Having to scald my milk at the office after every. single. pumping. session. 
  • Having to deal with co workers asking awkward questions about me scalding my milk. 
  • Having my milk messed with in the employee refrigerator, or worse, the fridge being so full that there is no room to put my pumped milk. 
  • Having co workers, supervisors, and management constantly asking me when I'll be done pumping (for good), or making comments to the tune of, "I bet you'll be glad when you don't have to do that anymore!" or "why don't you just switch to formula." as if feeding my child should be something everyone else has a right to comment on. 
  • Being walked in on by male co workers while pumping multiple times (even with a sign on the door, and a scheduled pump time/private office). 
  • Pumping with a manual hand pump, in the bathroom at work, by candle light during a power outage because there were no places to pump with a window that were private. 
  • Having to wait over 4 hours to pump at work while engorged because there were no rooms available to pump with everyone in meetings. 
  • Having to pump in a warehouse bathroom that hasn't been cleaned in over a year. 
  • Having to wash my pump equipment in ice cold water at work because our sink doesn't have hot water. 
  • Having to wake up every 45-90 min a night for months on end because she won't eat enough from the bottle to sleep through the night without waking up hungry. 
  • Marathon nursing. 
  • Biting. 
  • Scratching, clawing, twisting, chewing. 
  • Leaking in public. 
  • Being given dirty looks in public for nursing. (even with a cover!) 
  • Fighting my infant to remain covered while nursing.... she won't eat when I try to cover her. 
  • Having to ask for places to nurse privately. 
  • Having strangers stare at me while nursing privately in my car, as if they need to watch someone feed their baby and don't know how to mind their own business. 
  • 9.5 months of feeling like a milk machine. 
  • 9.5 months of feeling worried that the milk will dry up. 
  • 9.5 months of being lucky enough to provide the one food on the planet designed for my baby to eat without having to supplement a single drop of formula. 
  • 9.5 months of giving her the calories from my own body, and not being able to diet to "get my body back." 
  • 9.5 months of giving her love, on demand, day and night, because I would have done all the above a million times over for her. That is the love of a mother. 
Happy Valentines day to all the nursing mothers around the world! May you be able to nurse as long as your heart wishes, and your baby needs!