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Anyone got recipes they'd like to share?

I am on the hunt for recipes again. I can, and am, reading the internet, but does anyone have any tried-and-true to share, or specific ones to link to/recommend?

  • no tree nuts (peanuts okay)
  • Limited dairy - I'm lactose-intolerant. Cream and cream cheese are out of the question; cheese is okay only in limited amounts. Sour cream and yogurt are okay if the recipe will tolerate a soy substitute. Butter in moderate amounts is okay. Milk is fine - I can get lactose-free milk no problem.
  • Nothing spicy-hot. If it has a 'pleasant slow burn' to someone who likes spicy heat, I will be crying. (But I love spicy-savory!)

Would be nice:
  • Keeps for a week or more, especially including prepare-ahead freezer meals. If served hot, reheats well.
  • Relatively easy/simple. I am way more likely to use recipes that don't dirty more than a couple/three dishes, don't require hours of my time even if they may use hours of the stove's time, etc.
  • Vegetables (side or main dish, but I could deeply use side dishes). I get so bored with a splat of plain veg, however tasty
  • Fish recipes. I don't have very many and I'm still learning to like fish.

Seriously, WHAT?

So day care sends DS home today because he threw up (first time, sigh). DH is home taking care of DS and I am working from home - couldn't easily take it completely off - to supply liquid diet of mama milk from tap rather than bottles, and to help with care.

DH had to go into his work (5 minutes away) for a little while so I took a break and was watching DS. While DH was gone, DS spit up or threw up a little (not projectile, but not his normal spitty and away from foods) and was very upset thereafter with everything, and occasionally digging at his belly with his hands. Water for his mouth - didn't want to nurse - seemed to help a bit. No dirty diaper, no desire for toys or snuggles or nursing or sleep.

DH gets home and I tell him this and he asks if we should give DS Motrin since maybe it's his teeth bothering him that is making him so upset.


I just...I just boggle. I mean, I don't see how he got from the one to the other, nor am I sure what the medicine might do to DS's stomach depending on how it's feeling, but mostly, I boggle.

(Given that I'm an utterly stressed mama right now, I suggested DH call the advice line at the pediatrician's office and ask them. But my gut instinct is 'no way!')

Sometimes, tiring is also sweet.

Last night, about 2:30, DS woke up and wanted to eat. So I fed him. DH, half-awake, hadn't checked his diaper first, so it had to be changed after DS ate. After which he was tired but didn't want to sleep, wasn't hungry, was out of sorts (he has a mild cold, too, which may have contributed). I didn't have work today, so it was an easy choice - I sent DH back to bed and settled in with DS and some blankets.

We don't cosleep (bed too soft, too high, too many blankets, etc. - lots of specific risks and my worries), so I seldom get to sleep or half-sleep next to a sleeping baby, but he needed it. So I settled in on the floor of his room with him resting on me, and after a while he fell asleep, and after a while longer he squirmed to be put down so I set him on the floor - I did not think putting him in the crib when he so clearly wanted me near would be good. He rolled over and started to whimper, and I kissed his forehead lightly and rested a hand on him to let him know I was there. The whimper quieted, and after a moment he rolled back to press against me.

We spent three hours like that, lying on the floor, me half-asleep (I was waking and sleeping very easily, another reason I don't cosleep as I do that and I do kind of need sleep most days) and him mostly-asleep. Periodically he would start to stir and I would kiss his forehead and he would settle; eventually we ended up with me just resting my lips against his head.

I was quite tired when I "got up" this morning, and after DH took DS to day care, I went back to bed for a while. But I wouldn't trade away a minute of that long sleepy snuggle for anything. So sweet, so trusting, so cuddly.

Mickey plates/bowls
Mickey plates/bowls
Sold through JC Penney. My suspicion is they're made of melamine from the feel and look, but I can't find them online to check. Anyone know, or better, is able to find them online?

Thoughts on formula feeding.

I am firmly in the "breast is best" camp - there are a few exceptions to that but they are fairly rare. (My friend's granddaughter who has galactosemia is one, however....)

At the same time, I do not want to put down or criticize any mother who feeds formula. If she wanted to breastfeed and failed due to inadequate support or a flawed system, I do want to criticize that system...but not her decision. It makes me sad, but that's mine, not hers. Unless it also makes her sad, in which case I can sympathize but that doesn't help much.

I say this because I sometimes see people talk about breastfeeding information (new or existing) in a way that is meant to be supportive of breastfeeding moms and to encourage breastfeeding among those who haven't started yet, but that is going to be taken entirely wrong by those who are defensive. If it is phrased in such a way that it can be interpreted as "breast is best, so what ARE those formula-feeding moms thinking?" - even without any explicit text of same - it probably WILL be in some circles.

Why? Bluntly because there are a lot of people out there saying that. And that kind of message triggers a knee-jerk reaction that continues any time it sounds like it might happen again. I've done it...and I was planning to breastfeed.

Let me explain: when pregnant, I knew I wanted to breastfeed. There are things in my family health history and my husband's that made it especially desirable, since they have a genetic component but are also partially protected against by breastfeeding. And it's cheap, beneficial in lots of other ways, etc. But even knowing that, I stopped my ears against all mention of La Leche League and against people who sounded like them.

Why? Because I'd encountered some members speaking as members a few years earlier, who identified as lactivists as well (thus making me wary of that term, which honestly still sounds silly to me anyway even though what the people using it are doing is often good!), who were frankly crazy in my opinion. They were angry, ranting, cruel, mean to formula-feeders. My take home message was: "If you breastfeed, we'll bully you into keeping it up. If you fail or drop to formula, we'll tell you how bad you suck and hate your guts."

Dear GOD. Who would turn to these people for help? They made me feel lousy and I hadn't even gotten pregnant yet! (Of course, now I understand some of the anger, having seen some of what the system can do - but if it's not carefully directed and controlled, it hits the mothers, not the system. And that creates more people who, like me, are reluctant to ask for help from people they perceive as nuts. It probably creates more mothers failing to breastfeed from lack of support because they're terrified of the criticism/attacks of people who could honestly help them, because some people are that way and it's hard to tell that the more moderate ones aren't - the language is very similar, and sounds like a prelude to more of the same, at first.)

There's a tendency also to jump over every new study that might be positive, however well-supported it is or is not. And this makes sense: if you're breastfeeding, any little possibility of a positive thing is an encouragement to keep it up, and helping you. But if you're formula feeding, it's another criticism trying to whittle you down.

I'm not sure what the solution is. It's surely not silence. I'm sure we can't say "yes yes yes this is good!" without implying the other is bad, and it's especially hard if you're whipping off a quick (or space-limited, as with Twitter) message. But care in words is part of it.
As complaints go, this is minor.

But DH, oh DH, oh my darling husband, did you have to feed the baby his rice cereal in his high chair with the singing tree toy still mounted in the tray? Food time is not play time, the tree is a distraction for food prep time or for post-food parents-still-eating time. And, most of all, it's electronic and must be carefully hand-washed and rinsed with a cloth, because you cannot pour water over it, never mind submerge it.


However...the DH did give baby his rice cereal!

That answers that.

I was debating whether I wanted to join a local LLL. I'm doing well with breastfeeding and I'm a bit unsure I need it, but the social aspect - other families with BF infants might be nice to know - would be good.

Of the five groups that are at least nominally within range of me (three of those being a real stretch!), three are not holding meetings and the other two hold meetings on weekday mornings.

Gotcha, I'm not sure about LLL, but those two chapters anyway are mostly there for the SAHMs apparently. Oh, well. So's my local town's mother's group (in their case very explicitly) and the baby group in the local health service network (less explicitly, but their schedule, once again, doesn't allow for mothers working a schedule anything like a normal work week).

No wonder so many working mothers give up, half the support is hidden from us. :P (Yes, not on purpose, I realize. A few groups - like my local mom's club - explicitly don't want us, but most just exclude us by schedule chance. I don't take it as malicious at all. Just disheartening.) Luckily, I'm both lucky and stubborn.

More details on my nursing.

I realized my introduction post is very vague about some things, and I thought I'd write them up a little more.

And I'll cut, because this is a bit wordy.Collapse )


Cloth diapers.

I have a confession to make: I so far fail at cloth diapering. I was sure I was going to do this, although I thought I'd let day care keep disposables (they prefer it, and I was afraid they'd throw away the cloth ones by mistake, out of habit).

I bought a few Bum Genius diapers, which I've heard great things about, beforehand, planning to try them and see how I liked them.

They're laundered and ready, and not one has ever touched the baby's bum.

The hospital gave us diapers that have a little line in them that shows when he's peed. My husband loves them and honestly so do I but the waste...the waste! Argh. And yet, so easy. The bigger barrier has been diaper rash creams. My son doesn't always have a rash, and it's usually not bad, but any rash and we put on cream...and folks warn the BG diapers don't do well with that, add a cloth barrier, but no one sells anything to use as a liner that I can find - argh!

So there they sit, cute, functional, and totally unused. And I feel guiltier and guiltier for plowing through disposables. *sigh* However, our son is about to outgrow the largest size that comes with the line, which will remove one of the factors encouraging this inertia.

...and I was gonna ask about liners but I followed a link from a cloth diapering post and found some possibles. So that removes THAT excuse.


Feeding baby.

I'll start with an area I do feel fairly comfortable in - while I understand and support the decision of women who use formula, I personally do not want to. I want to breastfeed my son, and have been doing so.

He was given formula supplement during his first month, mostly his first week and a half or two weeks; for a variety of reasons, the hospital and pediatrician said it was medically advisable (and he'd had his first bottle before I even got to nurse him - the delivery was hard on both of us and we weren't together that first hour, which I had hoped we would be, but...such is life). However, none of the reasons for it would continue to exist once my milk came in, as long as there was enough. (He was large. Very large. Like, over 11 pounds large. Every other reason for the supplement but his size was gone after the first day.)

I fed him, pumped after to encourage more, and was very, very stubborn. The pediatrician was surprised to find I was exclusively breast feeding him before he was two months old - she had expected me to either fail or end up doing a mix. (Thanks to the early bottles, we had nipple confusion, especially since my nipples are flat. So we had to use nipple shields. And I took quite a while to recover from the birth. And he was big. And he was fussy. And and and....) She was very, very pleased that I hadn't. I was even more pleased and proud after that reaction, mostly 'cause I'd surprised her.

But really, it didn't matter. Unless I couldn't produce the milk at all, I WAS going to breastfeed my son. If I had to pump and feed it from a bottle, he would still get his breast milk. Fortunately, it didn't come to that, but if it had, that would still have worked.

For me, it was what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. I wanted to give my little one the best I could.

And I am, and I still feel good about that. We're just starting to introduce baby food and, while I'm currently buying it, I'm looking in to making my own. I am a lazy thing, but steaming/baking and pureeing shouldn't take THAT long. Feeding him takes longer, and I make the time for that, and gladly, after all.