Dairy Queen

I think I'm addicted to milk. We have these pint glasses, and I usually drink about 3 a day at least. Sometimes more. I love milk plain, as chocolate milk, as hot chocolate, especially with sweets, but also with certain other foods (like peanut butter or a banana) or just on its own. It's my beverage of choice with meals, and sometimes stands in as a snack on its own. There is simply no substitute. Consider the Oreo, alone. Enough said?

But something in my diet appears to be giving my baby massive gas attacks (could the drinking of milk be incompatible with the making of it? O cruel irony!). Gas is terribly painful for newborns because they don't know how to release it, so they clench up--our baby writhes, screams, and grasps at you, with these desperate, frantic eyes, for hours at times. Our internet searches keep turning up dairy as a possible cause.

So I've glumly embarked on a few milk-free days, after moving through several of the five steps (denial/anger/bargaining). I realized the extent of my addiction after Sam retired upstairs last night, when I found myself struggling with an intense compulsion to sneak a glass. Then I pictured my baby screaming and only had a few sips. For the whole day!