My Baby’s Dairy Allergy Traumatized Me — and the Simple Fix No Doctor Ever Mentioned.

Discovering my baby's hidden dairy allergy changed everything—and no medical professional ever brought it up.

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There’s a certain kind of silence that falls over your house at 3 a.m., after your baby has finally stopped screaming. Not fallen asleep. Just... stopped. And you’re not even relieved, because your nerves are so frayed you’re afraid the quiet might break you more than the noise did.

That was my life, night after night. I wasn’t one of those “glowing” new moms. I was barely functioning. My baby was miserable, clearly in pain, and nobody had answers. Or, well — they had answers. Just not the right ones.

Colic. Gas. Newborn adjustment. “Some babies are just sensitive.” “Have you tried gripe water?” “It’s probably a phase.”
I heard all of it. Over and over. With that smile — the tight one pediatricians give when they want you to go home and stop asking questions.

But my gut kept screaming: this isn’t normal. This isn’t just colic.

I mean, maybe I didn’t know what normal even was — I was a new mom, drowning in sleep deprivation and Google searches — but still, something felt off. Her cries were…