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Scrummie Sundays with @mummyscrummie.


Issy, known to her young family, and her Instagram followers as Mummy Scrummie is a Hampshire-based mum of two and brand rep for Catkin Toys. Every Sunday, Issy will be writing a guest blog feature, covering the parenting topics and issues that interest you! Have a topic you'd like to hear more about? Get in touch!


First up, allergy babies!


Breastfeeding and Cows Milk Protein Allergy



As I write this, it is the day after my son’s first birthday. And that birthday marked the first day in 12 months that I haven’t breastfed him. That’s it, he’s weaned and I’ve got a whole bundle of feelings about it, because this journey, unlike my breastfeeding journey with his elder sister, has been different; this baby, my Littlest Scrummie, is my allergy baby.


A year ago, in the middle of a national lockdown, I went into hospital for an emergency C section and Littlest was brought into the world. Although a healthy 8lbs 15oz, he was having trouble breathing and needed a bit of TLC from the NICU. When we could eventually bring him home he was miserable, not gaining weight properly and constantly vomiting.


We relayed this to our Health Visitor, explaining that Littlest really didn’t seem quite right and that the ten or eleven hours a day he was bawling his eyes out were really beginning to get to us. The HV suggested that it was probably colic and put it to us that we could try colic relief products on the market, keeping him as upright during and after feeds, warm baths, baby-wearing and going for walks with the pram. None of it made any real difference.


Because he wasn’t gaining weight as he was expected to, despite being breastfed on-demand (every 20 minutes or so, day and night), Littlest still hadn’t been discharged from the midwifery team, and we were going for weigh-ins every couple of days; however, courtesy of Covid restrictions, we were no longer getting support from the Health Visiting team and I was getting increasingly frazzled by my baby’s clear level of discomfort and unhappiness; what was the matter with him? What could I do to help him? I was exhausted. My husband was exhausted and Little Miss (then 3) was not getting the attention she needed from her two knackered parents.


And then, the day he turned 3 weeks old, Littlest started haemorrhaging. It began with blood in his nappy, not blood in his poo, blood spurting from him. First just a little and then a lot. And at that point, not knowing what on Earth was going on, we took him straight to A and E.



Covid restrictions meant that only one parent was allowed on the ward and as a breastfeeding mummy, it had to be me. I was absolutely terrified, with no idea what was the matter with him, I was convinced that my baby was dying. I was exhausted, alone and, because Littlest was too young to have had his immunisations, we were shut in a room on the ward, with limited staff contact in order to protect him from picking catching anything, least of all Covid, my local hospital being a hotspot at that point in time.


After hours of just sitting there, helplessly watching my baby bleed and bleed, we had the results of his tests back. The doctors had tested for haemophilia, gastric cancer, meningitis, cystic fibrosis, ulcerative colitis and Crohn’s disease. I was beside myself, partially because the doctors seemed worried and partially because I was so desperate to help Littlest and above all so desperate to stop the bleeding.


All his results came back clear, and the only diagnosis left to Littlest’s medical team was a severe allergic reaction to something I had eaten and that, as a result, he had ingested through my breastmilk. We were told that it was suspected acute CMPA, Cows Milk Protein Allergy.


Boy did I feel guilty! The doctors suggested that if I wanted to continue breastfeeding, I would need to completely eliminate dairy from my diet, dairy being the most likely allergen to have caused the kind of reaction Littlest was experiencing. Alternatively, I could switch to a specialist formula and try bottle-feeding him.


I knew that I wanted to at least try to breastfeed my baby; I’d been lucky enough to be able to breastfeed his sister, and pre-pregnancy it had been my hope to breastfeed him for at least the same amount of time, for at least one of the two years that the WHO advocates.


So I cut out dairy. And it made a difference to Littlest. And I found it really