May 7, 2013

Springtime Soy-Free Dairy-Free: Asparagus Tart

We recently discovered that in addition to being sensitive to dairy, Number Two also happens to be sensitive to soy. After prompting from a good friend (who also happens to have kiddos who are sensitive to dairy & soy) I asked our family doctor about the soy in addition to dairy. Turns out that 1 in 3 kids with a dairy allergy are also allergic to soy! Who knew?! Anyway (in case you're wondering how we figured this all out) super gooey mucousy poo is totally not normal. 


If you're concerned about soy (or gluten) our doctor recommended a 5 to 7 day elimination of the offending food (dairy on the other hand takes 2-3 weeks to leave your system). 

So in honor of our first farmer's market this weekend here is a lovely soy-free dairy-free asparagus tart. 


This recipe is adapted from Pease Pudding



Tart Crust
1/2 cup soy-free margarine/coconut oil (solid)/shortening
3/4 whole wheat cup flour
1 egg
2 tbsp iced water 
1 pinch salt

Pulse margarine, flour, salt in food processor until crumbly. Add in egg and water and mix until soft dough forms. You may need to scrape down the sides and/or mix with a spatula. Make into a loose ball, cover and refrigerate at least 20 min. Roll pastry out to fit tart tin and press into place, trim edges off pastry. I recommend using Martha's brilliant rolling technique by placing the lightly floured dough in between two sheets of plastic wrap and rolling until round. Peel off one side of the plastic and gently drape the dough over your pan. 

Filling

1 cup cashew sour cream2 eggs 
1-2 tsp whole grain mustard (I used dijon once and it was really too sour and overpowering)
salt and pepper 
One bunch fresh asparagus (woody bottoms snapped off)

Whisk together sour cream, egg, mustard and salt and pepper. Pour into uncooked tart crust. Place asparagus gently across filling, alternating tips and stems if you want to be fancy. 

Bake at 350F for 35 min until filling is set. The whole thing won't be as pretty as the dairy version but it's still yummy! 

Cashew Sour Cream

1 cup raw cashews (must not be roasted or salted)
cold water
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon apple cider vinegar
2 tsp lemon lemon juice

Soak cashews in cold water covered refrigerated overnight. Drain. Blend with  lemon juice, vinegar and salt, adding small amount of water until the desired consistency is reached

Apr 19, 2013

Mama's Dairy Free (vegan) Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies

So we're dairy-free again. After not recognizing the Peanuts dairy sensitivity until nearly three months after she was born, it took me less than a week to figure it out with Number Two. When I was first going dairy free I found it really difficult to find delicious non-dairy recipes that we're all vegan, so I've decided to share a few of my favorites with you! I've got a wicked sweet tooth so one of the first things I needed to figure out was how to bake without butter. If you want to use Earth Balance as a butter substitute you easily can, however margarine doesn't have the same flavor as real butter, so I wanted some recipes that didn't call for it at all. These cookies were originally given to me by a mama on a meal-train along with the recipe. They were so good I ate them all myself (well The Husband maybe had one or two..). I've changed the recipe slightly from the original for what I usually keep in the cupboard but feel free to use the alternatives I've listed in (parentheses). 

Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies 

Prep Time: 10 min.
Bake Time: 20 min. 
Makes: Dozen (3 inch cookies)

1.5 cups rolled oats
1 cup wheat flour (or 50/50 mix of whole wheat and unbleached white flour)
1/4 tsp salt
1/2 cup brown sugar + 1/2 water (or 1/2 cup maple syrup or other liquid sweetener)
1/2 cup vegetable oil (or 1/2 cup coconut oil melted)
1 tsp vanilla extract
chocolate chips (at least 1/2 cup if not more)*

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Mix dry ingredients together in a large bowl (omitting chocolate chips). Mix wet ingredients together in a small bowl. Add wet to dry and mix until combined. Add in chocolate chips and mix until evenly distributed. Shape dough into one dozen 3 inch cookies on a lightly greased or parchment lined cookie sheet. These cookies don't spread as they bake so make sure to shape them how you want them to look when they're done baking. 

Bake 20 min until edges are golden brown. Allow cookies to cool on a rack. They will be chewy and delicious! And trust me, they won't last long...
The last cookie...
*Costco brand chocolate chips are dairy-free! 


Mar 4, 2013

Introducing Number Two

After waiting and waiting I'm happy to announce the arrival of our second daughter born February 19, 2013 at 8 lbs 3 oz and 21.5 inches long. The following is our birth story.

At my last midwives appointment before our D-date I decided to have her check my cervix based on the fact that a) I was in extreme discomfort and b) at a previous appointment 2 weeks prior I was already dilating and effacing. She confirmed that I was well on my way and could stretch my cervix to nearly 5cm easily. I asked her to strip my membranes (remove the mucus plug that covers the cervix before labor) as well as she could and she happily obliged. We'd all been waiting on this baby (she in fact had called the midwife on call after my last appointment to say that she thought I'd be coming in!) and at full term we were all comfortable giving nature a little push.

For the rest of the afternoon and into the evening I had mild contractions that slowly grew closer and closer together. However, because I could still walk, talk and eat through them I brushed them off as not really labor, yet. After an early dinner I decided to time them, just in case. As any woman who's ever given birth will tell you when you're in labor time tends to warp, so I figured I'd better be safe than sorry. After about an hour my contractions were consistently 7 to 10 minutes apart, but still mild enough that I wasn't convinced I was in labor. I decided to call the midwife on call just to check in and see what she thought. Well, because this was my second baby and I think because they'd had a number of unplanned unassisted home births recently, she asked me to come in within the next few hours. I agreed but wanted to hold out until the Peanut was sound asleep in bed for the night and we could have a friend come over to be here with her. My best friend had arrived from California just a few days prior to attend the birth (she was also at Peanut's birth too) so I felt confident that things would progress.

We checked into the hospital's only room with a labor tub and did the requisite check-ups and question answering. Everything seemed a little too mellow for me to think I was really in labor, but the monitor confirmed my contractions and that baby was happy as ever. We decided to walk to get things moving. I walked around the hospital for 3 hours in the middle of the night. We got pizza from the cafe at midnight and eventually made it back to our room. The midwife checked me again and although she could feel my bag of waters bulging through my cervix she informed me that I wasn't dilating significantly and if I wanted to I should probably just go home and sleep. Ugh! No one wants to be that pregnant lady who gets sent home! But at 1:30 in the morning we were all just tired so after some hemming and hawing about the hassle, we packed up and headed home joking that my water was probably going to break in the car and we'd just have to turn around and come back.

We got home around 2am and headed to bed. The Peanut unfortunately woke during the commotion and the husband had to spend an hour getting her back to sleep. I continued contracting throughout the night, waking about every hour to a hard contraction and getting up to pee. At 6am I woke up with a start feeling like the baby had just jumped inside of me. As I sat up I immediately felt the pop of my bag of waters and like a goober reached down to block it from pouring out all over the bed and floor (of course you cannot stop your bag of waters from getting everywhere, especially with one cupped hand, but alas these are just the things we do...). I woke the husband and ran into the bathroom. I decided that I did not want to go to the hospital covered in amniotic fluid, so despite HARD contractions coming close together I jumped into the shower and rinsed off. During the chaos, the Peanut woke up and the husband got her dressed while he called our friend to come pick her up. I got myself dressed and waiting on the birthing ball by the front door until we could leave. By 7am our friend had arrived and we all left at the same time. It was all I could do to keep from pushing. We arrived at the hospital around 7:30am and went straight back to the room we'd been in just 5 hours earlier.

Right before he started puking...
I asked for the tub to be filled, but the reality was that there wasn't really any time for that. I labored squatting for a bit while the husband held me up from behind. Suddenly the nurse looked at him funny and asked if he was feeling alright. Of course he wasn't. In a swift move the nurse called in a second nurse kicked over a trash can and my husband slid out from behind me as my friend moved in to fill his spot supporting me. My dear husband then proceeded to puke his guts out while sitting directly next to me on the hospital bed. Nice. I guess the huge cup of coffee he drank at midnight plus all the excitement got the better of him. He quickly moved to the toilet and finished puking just as I yelled that he better get out of there because I needed to use it NOW. He happily obliged and I'm sure he then began feeling better (but really I had no mind to pay attention to him at that point). After a quick trip to the bathroom I was checked again and the midwife informed me that I had just a small lip of cervix left and a second forebag of waters that was holding things up. With my permission she ruptured the bag and gently opened my cervix. The baby immediately moved down and I began to push.

I pushed for just about an hour. Initially, I was not pushing effectively. Truth be told there is a moment when you're in labor that the pain becomes so overwhelming that you must decide either to suck it up and push through or you feel as though you'll be in this misery forever. For me what helped was watching in a mirror placed at the end of the bed. As everyone else kept saying they could see the baby, I thought to myself "those lying assholes, I can't see shit", but low and behold soon came a tiny sliver of black hair. I reached down to touch it for myself and that gave me the energy to really push. I bore down and just a few pushes later she twisted her way out at 9:08am, just 3 hours after my water broke.

Now, I'd had the feeling the whole pregnancy that I was having a boy so it was quite a shock as I reached down for her to discover that she was in fact a she. The first words out of my mouth were "You're a GIRL!?". And she's a beauty. At just over 8 lbs and 21.5 inches long she was nearly 2 lbs and 2 inches bigger than the Peanut. She nursed beautifully with a little guidance and rocked all of her newborn exams.

Having a baby during the day is much different than having one at night. More than anything I was hungry. The midwife stitched up a small tear and after a little while I changed my clothes (remember how I told you to pack your own clothes for after the birth? Check out my packing list here) and we soon made our way up to recovery. We settled into our room, ordered room service and relaxed. The Peanut came by later that afternoon to meet her sister and we began life as a family of four.




Feb 10, 2013

Getting Ready for Baby #2: The Waiting Game & Talking to Toddlers

There are two things I've been thinking a lot about these days. The first is of course, when will this baby choose to make it's arrival? The second, is how do we make the transition from three to four go as smoothly as possible?

The waiting I have discovered is a lot like waiting for a short sale on a house to close (which we did this past year). You know it's going to happen eventually, you're just not really sure when. Then when it does happen (finally) it's likely to move so fast you hardly have time to wrap your brain around what's actually taking place. At least that seems to be the case. The other thing I've found is that all the preparing we did last time to become parents seems massive compared to what we did this time: pulling out the baby clothes and picking out all the gender neutral 0 to 3 month outfits, washing all the tiny little cotton pre-fold diapers and covers, getting the infant car seat out and making sure it's all put together properly (and eventually installed in the car along side the toddler seat). Of course, for us getting our (recently purchased) home in order to accommodate our California family for the birth was quite a bit more work than that, but that's a whole different story. The real "stuff for baby" gathering seems rather simple now. Which makes waiting, I think, all the much harder.


"Mommy what you got hiding under there, a watermelon?!"

Before having the Peanut, I worked full-time and spent my downtime thinking about what it will be like to finally go into labor and become a mother. Well here's the thing, now I know what it's like to be a mom. But I have no idea what this labor is going to be like. If you're pregnant for the first time, you're probably saying to yourself "whaaa? you've done it before, how could you not know?"

Well let me tell you a little secret: no labor is the same as before nor can it be predicted to go any which way you think it might. The accepted wisdom is that first babies take a long time to make it into the world, the second often come so fast mothers often get blindsided with how quickly (these are usually the babies that get born accidentally at home or in the car on the way to the hospital), the third can be anywhere in between. So here's me, preparing for baby #2 and thinking it's gonna go fast when it comes and I better be prepared. Well, if you were following my last few posts you'll know that a) I have a bit more than average amount of amniotic fluid, b) I have diastasis rectus and a herniated umbilical and c) both of these things  are linked to early delivery. Additionally, I know that with every subsequent pregnancy women tend to experience Braxton-Hicks contractions both earlier and with more frequency. Add that to the fact that my midwives basically informed me that based on all of these factors plus my 60% effacement at 37 weeks, it is highly unlikely I'll go to term. So here I am now 38 weeks, impatient and uncomfortable but still waiting.

Now, last time I just had the feeling that the Peanut was going to arrive right on time. In fact I was so sure of it I scheduled my last day of work to be the day before her due date and had my birth support team (my best friend, an ER nurse and my mother) fly in within 48 hours of my due date. And in fact, I began to have small contractions off and on the day before and went into labor at 3am on my due date and gave birth at 9pm that day. Now, however, I couldn't tell you up from down. And here's the thing: when everyone tells you your baby is going to come early, you start to believe it and then expect it. So every small warm-up contraction sends my brain into "OMG this could be IT!" only to be disappointed an hour later when everything peters out and things just go back to being the normal end of pregnancy, mostly just uncomfortable.

Of course, I do know that it's going to happen soon. Any day now in fact. Which is why I have also been thinking a lot about the second thing: how do we make the transition from three to four go as smoothly as possible?

Penelope Leach writes in her fantastic book "Your Baby and Child: from birth to age five" about how we speak to our first child about the arrival of the second. She suggests that parents think about the phrases we use to introduce our toddler to the idea of a new baby in another context, that of a husband talking to a wife. It goes like this:
     
"Parent to Child:
We're going to have a new baby, sweetheart- we thought it would be so nice for you to have a little brother or sister to play with.
Husband to Wife:
I'm going to take a second wife, sweetheart- I thought it would be so nice for you to have some company and help with the work." (pg. 422)

Hah! I don't see that going over very well do you? If my husband said that to me...well you can imagine.

Or there's the one I think is even more common:

"Parent to Child:
We love you so much we just can't wait to have another beautiful boy or girl
Husband to Wife:
I love you so much I just can't wait to have another beautiful wife." (pg. 422)

You catch the drift here. To a two (or 3 or 4) year old what they often hear is "I'm being replaced", not our family is expanding and it's going to be awesome. So after thinking about this for a while we chose to do two things, hopefully the right things (and they seem to be working as far as I can tell, but really only hindsight is 20/20 so ask me in about a month).

First, when we told the Peanut about the baby we made it all about her. How can it be all about her you say? Well, here's what we told her: "Guess what?! Something SO exciting is going to happen to YOU! You're going to be a BIG SISTER!".  For the first two trimesters she was aware of what was happening generally, but we didn't talk about it much simply because 9 months is a really really really long time to a toddler. However, now that I'm huge and she can clearly see the baby moving around inside of me we talk about it all the time. It is usually in terms of how cool (and sometimes difficult) it will be to be a big sister. This discussion often comes when we're doing something awesome that the new baby won't be able to do, like eat birthday cake or go on the slide or open presents. As in "wow, it's so cool that you're a big girl now and can eat ice cream. Did you know that little babies can't eat ice cream?!" etc. etc.

The second thing we did was something my husband came up with (or claims he read somewhere). We made a very clear choice in how we refer to baby #2 and that is to call it the Second Baby not the New Baby. And here's why: what is the opposite of new? Old. What does a two year old know about old things? Well if something is old it gets replaced or thrown out, right? You can imagine where a 2 year old's logic will go with that one. Also, this provides you with the opportunity to say "You were little once too!" and  "You are/will always be our first baby".

**Just as I was finishing this post my husband was helping the Peanut settle into bed when she heard a truck in the alley behind our house. She then went on a 5 minute dialogue about how it was the garbage truck coming to take our old trash away and leave us a new one. That's right, she thinks we throw out the old trash so that the garbage men will leave us a new one. It's hysterical and I could not have come up with a better explanation of two-year-old logic than that.**

So now with just days or maybe a week left she's SUPER stoked to be a big sister. In fact she often now brings me stories to read and then pats my tummy while explaining to me that "The baby wants to listen too, mommy". To which I generally think to myself "Well the little monkey doesn't really have much of a choice now does it". She also enjoys talking to and kissing my belly button, making the very two-year-old assumption that the baby inside is cognizant of what is happening outside. It's really sweet. Along with this point we also did a lot of reading of books about becoming a Big Sister or the arrival of a baby. But I'd like to air out two REALLY BIG COMPLAINTS I have to the publishing world. First: why, oh why are 99% of the books about a second baby about how the older kid doesn't want the baby and how awful it is?! If I wanted to plant that idea in her head I would have told her we were getting another wife. And second: why, oh why are all of the new babies being bottle fed?! Wtf?! I understand that some families bottle feed, but seriously let's try to represent the rest of the population of the world in there too. In the ONE book that we actually liked enough to buy (used) about becoming a big sister, only the Daddy feeds the baby which of course is with a bottle, but still! If you can't handle a mommy nursing then leave feeding out of the book altogether please. Thank you for the tangent. Now moving on...

I've been around the block enough times (working with enough kids and families) to know that at some point she will in fact resent the second baby and ask to send it back to where it came from. And when it does happen I'd like to think we'll be ready for it because our philosophy is this: it's okay to hate the baby (it's not okay to hurt the baby, of course). We just leave it at that and then move on. Eventually, she'll come back around and love her sibling...at least until puberty.