Well, the reason I'm going on about the diet is this: there are people out there who don't give a damn about what you may be trying to do for your child. On Memorial Day, I went to my baby sister's house to eat. There, I gave Calen his meal that I prepared at home. He cleaned his plate! I knew he was full because he ate a lot of food. My daughter and I only ate a little so we can have room to eat at their Grandmother's house (their absent father's mother). She tends to cook a huge meal and invites the entire family over. When we get there, she acts a little bothered that Calen can't eat any of the food. She knows about his diet. I've explained it to her twice. Well, while I'm in the living room talking, my son comes out of the kitchen with something white in his hand and it catches my eye. I asked what that is, and someone said "a slice of white bread". A SLICE OF BREAD....I yelled for them to take it from him, and they did. I jumped out of my chair to try to get that bite out of his mouth but he swallowed it. I looked at the bread and saw he had taken 2 bites. I asked who gave it to him, and Grandmother spoke up and said she did. She said she didn't know he couldn't have bread. I said that I was sitting in the next room and I should have been asked. The lack of concern and the looks of confusion as if I was making a mountain out of a molehill were amazing to me. This isn't some sort of "fad" diet that I'm trying out on him. This isn't a joke. I took my children and we left. When we got home, he started another crying episode. So I pulled out my cell phone and video taped my child. We're in the dark so you can't see anything. All you can hear is his painful cries. I typed a text message under the video telling them that this is what the bread does to him, and there isn't a damn thing I can do but sit here and watch my child suffer. I only hope the message hits home, although I'm not optimistic. Knowledge and compassion seems to escape these people. Needless to say, we won't be back over there for any food-related events, and while there, the children will be under my strict supervision. I could see if someone who didn't know he was on the diet gave him the bread. I wouldn't be this mad. It's the fact that the grandmother did it, and she KNEW he was on a restricted diet. It was as though she thinks I'm just doing this for the hell of it, and she was going to make sure he gets fed or something. I don't know, but that was just plain disrespect for me as his mother. I do the right thing and take my children to see their dad's family. Just because he was only half-raised doesn't mean I have to stoop to his level and keep other family members away. That wouldn't be fair to my children. But pulling stunts like this only makes things harder. If my rules concerning my children are disregarded, then my children will NEVER be left alone with any of them. On top of that, the visits will be decreased. She knows where we live. If she misses them that much, she can burn her own gas. I apologize to those who may be reading this...I'm just angry today. I actually feel better now that I've typed it out. I'm at work right now, and I miss my babies.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Memorial Day Weekend
The hardest thing about this gf/cf diet is the constant watch over his food. We don't go out to eat, but when the opportunity comes, I prepare his meal at home and bring it with us. His meal usually consists of baked chicken or talapia, a veggie and fresh/canned fruit. I also bring his Juicy Juice. I prefer my children to drink 100% juice over sodas. A lot of people who aren't going through this experience first hand don't have a clue how hard it is to follow this diet. You pretty much have to be detailed-oriented because of the constant reading of labels. I'm still pretty new, so I bring along his 5 page list of things he cannot have. One parent I spoke with helped me a ton...don't focus so much on what he CAN'T have. Instead, focus on what he CAN have (whole foods - meat , veggies, fruit). Once I saw it like that, the diet became a lot easier. I still study the list so I can try to memorize things for him.
Well, the reason I'm going on about the diet is this: there are people out there who don't give a damn about what you may be trying to do for your child. On Memorial Day, I went to my baby sister's house to eat. There, I gave Calen his meal that I prepared at home. He cleaned his plate! I knew he was full because he ate a lot of food. My daughter and I only ate a little so we can have room to eat at their Grandmother's house (their absent father's mother). She tends to cook a huge meal and invites the entire family over. When we get there, she acts a little bothered that Calen can't eat any of the food. She knows about his diet. I've explained it to her twice. Well, while I'm in the living room talking, my son comes out of the kitchen with something white in his hand and it catches my eye. I asked what that is, and someone said "a slice of white bread". A SLICE OF BREAD....I yelled for them to take it from him, and they did. I jumped out of my chair to try to get that bite out of his mouth but he swallowed it. I looked at the bread and saw he had taken 2 bites. I asked who gave it to him, and Grandmother spoke up and said she did. She said she didn't know he couldn't have bread. I said that I was sitting in the next room and I should have been asked. The lack of concern and the looks of confusion as if I was making a mountain out of a molehill were amazing to me. This isn't some sort of "fad" diet that I'm trying out on him. This isn't a joke. I took my children and we left. When we got home, he started another crying episode. So I pulled out my cell phone and video taped my child. We're in the dark so you can't see anything. All you can hear is his painful cries. I typed a text message under the video telling them that this is what the bread does to him, and there isn't a damn thing I can do but sit here and watch my child suffer. I only hope the message hits home, although I'm not optimistic. Knowledge and compassion seems to escape these people. Needless to say, we won't be back over there for any food-related events, and while there, the children will be under my strict supervision. I could see if someone who didn't know he was on the diet gave him the bread. I wouldn't be this mad. It's the fact that the grandmother did it, and she KNEW he was on a restricted diet. It was as though she thinks I'm just doing this for the hell of it, and she was going to make sure he gets fed or something. I don't know, but that was just plain disrespect for me as his mother. I do the right thing and take my children to see their dad's family. Just because he was only half-raised doesn't mean I have to stoop to his level and keep other family members away. That wouldn't be fair to my children. But pulling stunts like this only makes things harder. If my rules concerning my children are disregarded, then my children will NEVER be left alone with any of them. On top of that, the visits will be decreased. She knows where we live. If she misses them that much, she can burn her own gas. I apologize to those who may be reading this...I'm just angry today. I actually feel better now that I've typed it out. I'm at work right now, and I miss my babies.
Well, the reason I'm going on about the diet is this: there are people out there who don't give a damn about what you may be trying to do for your child. On Memorial Day, I went to my baby sister's house to eat. There, I gave Calen his meal that I prepared at home. He cleaned his plate! I knew he was full because he ate a lot of food. My daughter and I only ate a little so we can have room to eat at their Grandmother's house (their absent father's mother). She tends to cook a huge meal and invites the entire family over. When we get there, she acts a little bothered that Calen can't eat any of the food. She knows about his diet. I've explained it to her twice. Well, while I'm in the living room talking, my son comes out of the kitchen with something white in his hand and it catches my eye. I asked what that is, and someone said "a slice of white bread". A SLICE OF BREAD....I yelled for them to take it from him, and they did. I jumped out of my chair to try to get that bite out of his mouth but he swallowed it. I looked at the bread and saw he had taken 2 bites. I asked who gave it to him, and Grandmother spoke up and said she did. She said she didn't know he couldn't have bread. I said that I was sitting in the next room and I should have been asked. The lack of concern and the looks of confusion as if I was making a mountain out of a molehill were amazing to me. This isn't some sort of "fad" diet that I'm trying out on him. This isn't a joke. I took my children and we left. When we got home, he started another crying episode. So I pulled out my cell phone and video taped my child. We're in the dark so you can't see anything. All you can hear is his painful cries. I typed a text message under the video telling them that this is what the bread does to him, and there isn't a damn thing I can do but sit here and watch my child suffer. I only hope the message hits home, although I'm not optimistic. Knowledge and compassion seems to escape these people. Needless to say, we won't be back over there for any food-related events, and while there, the children will be under my strict supervision. I could see if someone who didn't know he was on the diet gave him the bread. I wouldn't be this mad. It's the fact that the grandmother did it, and she KNEW he was on a restricted diet. It was as though she thinks I'm just doing this for the hell of it, and she was going to make sure he gets fed or something. I don't know, but that was just plain disrespect for me as his mother. I do the right thing and take my children to see their dad's family. Just because he was only half-raised doesn't mean I have to stoop to his level and keep other family members away. That wouldn't be fair to my children. But pulling stunts like this only makes things harder. If my rules concerning my children are disregarded, then my children will NEVER be left alone with any of them. On top of that, the visits will be decreased. She knows where we live. If she misses them that much, she can burn her own gas. I apologize to those who may be reading this...I'm just angry today. I actually feel better now that I've typed it out. I'm at work right now, and I miss my babies.
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