I think there's something about becoming a mom that causes you to be obsessed with poop. It makes sense if you think about it: you can learn a lot about your baby from their poop. It's the easiest way to tell if you're producing enough milk. It's an early indicator if they start to get sick. And it's something you have to deal with, like it or not, so you might as well get interested in it.
So last week Anastasia had some problems with her poop. I'll just put it bluntly, since I warned you in the title: she had diarrhea. Which isn't necessarily a big deal, and it isn't that unusual for a baby, but it's the second time she's had it, and she's only five months old. This struck me as a little strange. Add that together with the fact that neither episode was accompanied by any other symptoms like a fever that would indicate a virus, and I was starting to wonder if she was reacting to something I was eating.
So I started reviewing what I'd been eating lately, and the only thing that stuck out as different was the chick-fil-a milkshake I'd had the night before this latest episode. I did some online research and discovered that not only were her symptoms very typical for a dairy sensitivity or allergy, but the fact that she didn't have a fever or any other symptoms either time indicated that it probably wasn't a virus. I talked to my pediatrician, and she said the same thing.
So that's it for me and dairy. It's just as well--I really shouldn't eat it anyway, since I'm sensitive to it too. I was really enjoying the ice cream though.