Oh my cursed weakness!!!

Little Miss has by far the most sensitive stomach of all my babies. From early on I learned all dairy, nuts, seeds, beans, garlic, onion, peppers, green chilies, curry, chili powder, sugars, chocolate, and soy reeked havoc on her poor little tummy. Even a snitch of the afor mentioned items was guaranteed to result in a miserable day thereafter in our house. Not willing to give up nursing combined with complete and utter bottle refusal on her part, I hunkered down on what felt like the strictest diet ever. I was already an avid label reader but further became a "if you have a label I can't eat you" gal. And well, restaraunts were pretty much out of the picture. So what have I subsisted on? Canned chicken (yes, I can it myself), triscuits (the only thing with a label that is permitted entrance), eggs, beef, oatmeal, rice milk (gag - but a saving grace), and most fruits and veggies. Eventually I began making my own loaf of bread, separate from the families, with no milk and agave nectar instead of honey (for some reason the agave didn't seem to bother her like honey and sugar). That was a huge help. And then came the goat milk. A few weeks ago, at the suggestion of a friend, I tried fresh goat's milk. FABULOUS!!! A definite winner. My shredded wheat (okay one more thing with a label but as with triscuits the ingredient list consists of merely wheat) and bananas became much more enjoyable. A little pricey, but worth it. All was going well, but I was seriously missing butter, chocolate, and sugars. A couple weeks ago, I began testing the waters.... A little cheese here, a little butter there, a touch of onion and garlic and, with the exception of hummus, things were running smoothly. Well yesterday a serious day of weakness befell me. I can't call it a moment, because it was literally all day. I have a massive weakness for butter brown, sugar, and coconut. I think it stems back to the days when my mom used to make oatmeal cake with a broiled coconut brown sugar frosting on it. Oh the memories. Well the Choir treat was just that. You know those bars with the coconut, chocolate and butterscotch chips, butter, brown sugar and sometimes sweetened condensed milk. Yeah that was it. Can you say suicide? I couldn't stop eating them. In all seriousness I think I ate ten of them (maybe even more). They were so yummy! Granted it could have just been the months of sugar starvation talking - either way my poor baby had no chance. I was hoping for the best, but I suppose I knew deep down I was in serious trouble. Sure enough after 45 minutes of screaming in her crib this morning at naptime, I gave in to her cries, nursing the darling to sleep, something I don't want her to be dependant on, but pretty much the only thing she wants when gassy and exhausted. Unfortunately, until it has run its course, nursing feeds the problem, yet provides her the desired comfort she wants. Let's just say, hopefully I'll be wiser in the future. So sorry baby!!!