I blinked and 5.5 months have gone by since my son was born. Ok. That’s a bit of a lie, because I barely have the time to blink these days. Which is why as much as I’ve been wanting to write, I have had other priorities getting in the way.
My little man is 5.5 months old already, and in that time we’ve had our ups and downs. He’s mighty cute, but he’s mighty disgusting. We’ve had challenges with feeding from the beginning (long story) and one of the major issues is a severe case of the spit ups. He’s on medication that seems to be helping and, as the doctor instructed, we started solids just before 5 months old. So far he has had rice cereal, avocado, banana, carrots, chicken, apple sauce, and sweet potato. He isn’t a huge fan of the texture of the chicken, but if I mix it with something that he likes then he eats it up.
I’ve been excited to find more and more gluten free baby products, including some with the Canadian Celiac Association seal of approval. I’ve been really nervous about introducing gluten to my baby. I’ve researched it and debated it since I found out I was pregnant. Being a genetic disease he of course has the chance of having celiac disease, or at least the gene for it. There is no evidence that shows keeping him away from gluten will prevent him from getting celiac disease. There is no evidence that introducing it at certain times over others will help either. In the end, I feel like I need to feed my son gluten so that if he DOES end up with celiac disease, we’ll actually be able to test for it and know what we’re dealing with. Why prevent him from living a normal life unless I know I need to?
So I guess my anxiety is a bit selfish. I’m nervous about bringing gluten into my mostly gluten-free home. I’m nervous about the risk of cross contamination from my sons sticky hands and face. The face I can’t stop kissing. The hands that smear across my face and shove their way into my mouth from time to time.
I bought a box of oat cereal. First ingredient “oats (wheat)”…. the dreaded WHEAT. It was against my instincts to buy something with that ingredient. I also know how much the dry rice cereal flies everywhere, so I can’t imagine the oat cereal is going to be less messy.
I haven’t opened the box. I’m scared.