Recently we started experimenting with exposing Adrian to dairy products again. I started eating dairy of various sorts, and he had some butter on his bread.

For a while it looked like everything was OK. But after a week or two it was pretty clear to us that he was still affected. He was hyperactive, restless and had difficulty focusing on any activity. His bowel movements were weird. So it seems he still doesn’t tolerate cow milk protein.

This counts as progress, still, because the effects came later and were much more diffuse than after previous attempts.

But for now will keep his food dairy-free and limit dairy in my diet (for as long as I continue to breastfeed him, which is probably not very long). But perhaps we don’t need to be quite as strict about products that contain small amounts of milk. And I think I will allow myself to use cream and cheese when I’m cooking, and maybe the occasional piece of kohupiimakook.

Because those are the things I have missed. To put cream or crème fraîche in my soups and sauces, and cheese on oven-baked things.

Yes, I have tasted ice cream, and I have tried yoghurt again. I have put cheese on a few sandwiches. I have eaten pancakes made with cow milk instead of oat milk.

But all of these were merely nice rather than awesome. Ice cream is creamy, true, but sorbet is more flavourful. And oat milk pancakes are in no way inferior to the traditional ones.