Well, I’ve got milk in the fridge (three different kinds no less) and A LOT of milk related questions. Can you help?? When Megan was an infant I had to start her on Lacto-Free Formula because of spitting up & just overall an inability to digest milk on its own. Now honestly, I don’t really know if it was the Lacto-Free that worked or if it was just timing. But her tummy was happier on Lacto-Free so that’s what we used.
Fast-forward to a year & I asked her pediatrician about which milk to use. She suggested we start with regular Whole, Cow’s milk and just see how she does. That’s what we did. And for about five months, things were fine.
Until last week. For no clear reason she started throwing up. Of course I backed off all milk-based products and after about a day to a day & a half of holding food down I gave her a cup of milk. Twenty minutes later … sick to her stomach again. This happened again & so I stopped giving her milk. I’ve given her some glasses of Organic Fat-Free milk the last couple of days & she’s held that down without any problems, but she doesn’t exactly need to be on a Fat-Free Diet!!!
So, that’s the background. *Whew* Now on to the questions.
1. Is Lacto-Free an issue that could come & go?
2. What is Soy Milk?
3. Is Lacto-Free Milk basically cow milk but without the Lacto?? And how in this world do they get the Lacto out?
4. But Soy Milk is Lacto-Free … right?
5. So how is Lacto-Free different from Soy Milk which is different from Cow’s Milk?
6. If I give her Soy Milk do I also need to give her Vit D supplements? Or does it have enough Vitamin D already?
7. What about Lacto-Free Milk? Does that have enough Vit D for her?
8. What in this world is Silk Milk??
9. Why are there so many kinds of milk?? When did this happen??
10. Any kind of milk I’m missing that I should consider?
So no pressure or anything, but it is for this little cutie!!
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And obviously, I’m not looking for an answer to every one of these questions, but if you do know anything about what I should be feeding Megan that would be appreciated!!
This isn’t the actual picture. I just thought it was funny – ha!! In this picture she’s mad. On the day she fell … in front of everyone she was NOT mad! Pepper picked her up & she literally buried her face in his shoulders. It was the deep cry. The one that takes your breath away. She could not catch her breath & she would not look up. She was so incredibly embarrassed that she had fallen. Fallen in front of so many people. Only people who love her, but at that moment nothing matter. My little 15 month old’s pride was shattered!!!
Pride that I didn’t even know she had. Sure she knows to be happy & clap when she does good things, but I guess I always figured that came from seeing all of us clap or jump up & down. She knows she ‘supposed’ to have good pride. But how does she know to be embarrassed? Already? At 15 months?
We have to take this cute little girl (the one on the right) to the Cardiologist today. Her doctor noticed a slight murmur and wants us to get it checked out. I really like her doctor alot but this won’t be the first time that we’ve gone to a Specialist to get something “checked out”. I know Dr’s have to protect themselves and more times than not that means referring us to a Specialist so they’ll be protected!! But at the same time, I’d rather be safe than sorry so I’m ok with that!!
So to the Cardiologist we go today. I’m actually not nervous about the results at all, but I am extremely nervous about Megan staying calm enough to actually run the tests!! Megan, doctors, & calm don’t usually go together! If she doesn’t stay calm enough then they may have to put her to sleep & I really don’t want that!! They have her scheduled for an EKG and then if needed an ECHO test.
I hope everyone has a good day & I’ll update later.
We celebrated Megan’s 1st birthday with all our family this past Sunday. It was a really fun day!
Our theme was “B is for Birthday”. I was originally inspired by this Hostess with Mostess spotlight. Then when I found this dress (think yellow ribbons, not green) by Oh Sew Sweet Boutique on Etsy … I was in love! And I loved it! So “B” was for Birthday … it was Megan’s Bee-Themed 1st Birthday Party!!
My sister Staci came through as always with the most awesome cakes!!!
The party started at 1pm, so we served everyone lunch – nothing too fancy, but I wanted to make sure everyone had a seat & could enjoy their meal without having to balance their plate & drink! So I rented some tables & chairs (it was cheap since we didn’t have a huge number of guests!). I’m glad I went this route … it was alot of fun to decorate!!
We played a version of “Megan” Bingo while we ate. The card squares were all about Megan – birth stats, the hospital she was at, names of family members, places she’s been, etc. Staci won one round … and she took home a bottles of honey!
I hated to see the Beehive destroyed, but it was time to enjoy some cake. Megan wasn’t that sure about it. She never really ate too much. She much preferred just to pat the icing!
After opening alot of gifts … I think I opened them all & Big Brother helped – Megan definitely doesn’t understand that concept yet! Everyone just stayed around for a while, played & visited. We had “The Bee Movie” playing for the kids (and some adults enjoyed it as well). Everyone got to take home one of the centerpiece pictures of Megan & also a goodie bag of treats from the “Candy Buffet” (small, but still “sweet”)!
Overall, we had alot of fun celebrating our Birthday Girl! I can’t believe it’s been a year already!!
Today we’re celebrating Megan’s 1st birthday!! Yes, we’re celebrating two very important things today!!
It was last year, on our 9th Anniversary that we received a little gift in the form of a healthy baby girl about 12-days earlier than expected.
She weighed 7lbs, 15 oz and was 20 inches long.
And today she’s a walking, teeth-cutting, gibber-gabber-talking, little 1 year old!
Happy Birthday Megan! We can’t wait to celebrate you today … and every day!
Growing up & even after getting married, I was not one that dreamed of having babies. Not because I didn’t want children, but because I was truly scared to death of giving birth. The thought of being pregnant was fine – but knowing the process of how a baby was born was something totally different. Throughout my first pregnancy, I literally had to keep reminding myself that we’re all here because of childbirth. Plenty of women had done it before me & plenty would do it after.
But once I had one child, I always knew I’d want them to have a brother or sister. I always “thought” it was because I just didn’t want him to be an only child. Yes there’s that whole spoiled child factor (no offense if you’re one of those … I know plenty of only-children that are NOT spoiled & I know plenty of children with siblings that ARE spoiled!), but mainly because I grew up one of four children. My older sister, Staci & my younger twin brothers. Sure we fought alot, but every family memory I have involves them – both good & bad. And I couldn’t imagine my childhood any other way.
Fast forward three years after Evan was born. We brought Megan home about two weeks after Evan turned three. I was nervous about how he would react. I was expecting jealousy and fights for attention. But instead I was absolutely in awe at how much he truly loved his baby sister. He had the big brother mentality from day one. He was protective of her, loving towards her & wanted to give her whatever she wanted or needed. Instead of getting upset at Megan for crying, he would get upset at me or Pepper for not giving her what she needed. He’d say “Mommy. She WANTS her bottle!!”. He would tell her “it’s alright, we’re almost home” or “it’s alright Mommy’s coming”. He would hold her hand in the car & he would race to her room when he’d hear her wake up through the monitor. He would get the biggest grin on his face when he’d see us coming to pick him up at school – not because of me, oh no. The first person he wanted to see was Megan!
The feelings were mutual. Megan would just look at him in awe & laugh & smile at whatever he did. Her eyes would follow him around the room just to see where he was going. She already has a love for dinosaurs, horses & soccer balls because that’s what her brother loves. If he wasn’t with me to pick her up out of her crib, her head would circle all the way around & she’d point towards the door as if to say “where is he? let’s go find big brother”.
I’ve realized the very best part of having more than one child – it’s watching them with each other!
And now, fast forward to the present. In just a few weeks, Evan will turn four years old and Megan will turn one. My days are now often filled with “don’t touch here”, “just please, leave her alone”. While he’s excited to see Megan grow up and he’ll tell her what “a good girl” she is for standing up all by herself, he’s also starting to fight for a little more for attention, get a little more jealous and definitely get a little more aggresive. In fact, I’ve had this post in draft status for some time now & decided I’d better put a rush on it before I forget the gentle, sweet relationship they shared the first year!!
So I know their relationship will have its ups & downs over the years and some days will be better than others. And on those off days, I’ll remember when they played “Peek-a-boo” and made each other (and me) laugh!
Over the last 24-hours, I think I’ve held Megan in my arms 20 of those. She’s had a high fever – reaching up to 103.7 at one point – and alot of vomiting. I went through 4 shirts & 3 pants in about a 4-hour period. She went through so many that we just stripped her down to the diaper for the ride to the hospital.
Fortunately the wait was nothing & the nurse & doctors were able to see her without any wait at all. Unfortunately no real answers. More than likely she just picked up something big brother had earlier this week and it’s just hitting her poor little body alot harder.
So, now it’s Saturday and we’re settling in for the night. I pray that she’ll sleep longer than 50-minute stretches. That she’ll keep her bottle and medicine in her little tummy. That she won’t look at me with those big brown exhausted eyes that say “help me”.
I’d rather be sick.
Update: It’s now 11:03 and she’s already thrown up again & has waken up twice. Poor baby girl. Still, I’d rather be sick.
Megan is now 10 months old. She has pretty much always been a good sleeper. The term “good sleeper” is a little relative around our house because Evan was & still is a horrible sleeper, but still, I think she’s been a good. I could put her down between 7 and 7:30pm & she’d wake up around 6:30 or as late as 7:30am. I was happy with that. Apparently Megan has decided she’s not.
The week of our vacation she didn’t sleep good, which I figured because she was in a pack-in-play & a strange room. I was thinking I’d give it about a week & we’d get back to our good little schedule. Well I was right, about a week later she got in a schedule – unfortunately it was just a little earlier. She’d go done at the same time, but would wake up at 6am on the dot.
This week however, totally different story. The little baby that I never heard a peep out of during the night is now waking up multiple times! Tuesday night she woke up at 5am, Wednesday night at 4am, and now last night at 3am. We were up from 3 to 4am. Then her brother (who doesn’t want to miss out on anything that happens at night), woke up at 4:30am. Megan was up again & for good at 6:05am.
Which leaves me wondering what’s happened to my good little sleeper & is she coming back?? Is this part of the whole separation anxiety thing?? Does she really want to be with me that bad? I’m not that fun – honestly. And especially at 4am in the morning!!