Living with a Child who is Lactose intolerant


I went a whole year without even having an idea that my baby had an intolerance. We all give birth to these beautiful babies and want them to be perfect.

I know an intolerance is nothing to be too worried about, and in fact most children do grow out of it but I still felt so guilty. A whole year she went unable to tell me that actually my breast milk hurt her belly or even when she was on formula it was the reason she didn’t want to eat much and some times full on refuse to eat anything. Those sleepless nights where she would wake up screaming as if she was pain and me having no idea what was up. I felt like I had failed somehow. How did I not pick up on it? Why didn’t I know?

Now she is a different child, more then happy nothing goes through her and she eats everything and anything I put in front of her. Her milk has been changed and even though I have to make food just for her I am happy she is happy. That’s all well and good when we are at home or popping to friends and family but we have come across another issue. Eating out.

As a family we love eating out and meeting up with friends is a needs must in our lives, but I am finding everywhere I go I am having to pack a lunch for baby. No where and so far I mean no where caters for those who are lactose intolerant. I have asked in serval food chains if they happen to have soya milk for milkshakes or lactose free ice cream for puddings or if I could see what lunches they do that are lactose free and people look at me like I am mad, or as if I spoke alien to them. How now a days is this the case? Surely other people have intolerances than just my child. I often want to say to the staff would you like to explain to a little girl why everyone else is having ice cream but she cant?

We have been one place where my daughter was actually allowed to sit and have something we ordered for her, and that was Starbucks. She was so happy with her tiny little cup, that had child soya milk that Starbucks actually had in stock. We all had matching little cups and for once I didn’t have to pull out a lunch box so she had something so she didn’t feel left out. Right now she isn’t at the age where she understands fully but when she is older she is going to feel like an outcast, everyone else gets to eat what they want yet she has to sit there with a lunch box.

Her intolerance isn’t a big deal, but how when items are so easy to get hold of that companies still make it a big deal.

Other than that I have to say all the lactose free food is actually rather yummy and I am enjoying finding new things to make her. I would never be able to tell the difference in real and fake cheese, the pizza I made was a huge hit in this household. Going to try and make coconut and raspberry muffins for her, and for anyone who knows me I’m not a huge cook so this could be fun!



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Moments like these


When you’re covered in food, rosy cheeked, tangled haired and so tired you fall asleep on my shoulder, it’s moments like these I’ll forever treasure.

The independence can wait I want you to stay this way forever, dependant on me and glued to my hip.

I don’t mind you calling my name in the middle of the night because one day I’ll long to cuddle you back to sleep, those moments were its just you and me and the darkness of the night.

Gazed knees will come and go but don’t rush to let go of my hand whilst you walk.

The moment you call me Mum, I’ll think back to the first time you muttered mama!

When i watch you leave, I will ache for it to be the day I bought you home.

As you sit on my lap, cuddled in to me I whisper don’t grow up to fast my child the world can wait another day, please stay this little a little while longer. Let’s make more moments like these

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