Yesterday someone asked me how we got to drinking raw milk. (How’s that for sloppy handling of the english language? Heh heh.)
I paused and stuttered around, realizing that I couldn’t remember. (You do lose brain cells with every child you grow and birth. It’s a known fact.) So, I asked Robb later on that day and we prodded and probed the dusty corners of our collective memories.
Was it through my natural health studies? Hmmm, no. When did I begin studying natural health anyways? Was it before or after I began learning about healthy eating habits? Ummm, and wasn’t that when Cruiz had a vaccine reaction, leading me to research vaccinations? And when we quit going to our pediatrician for well-baby check-ups?
It all seems to kind of blend and mush together now. I don’t really know for sure what the starting point was, but it seems like it was a snowball effect. Trying to learn about one subject ended up morphing into becoming educated on another subject.
When we moved from our typical suburban home to the five acre hobby farm home, we had just began thinking about things differently. Stuff we had always taken for granted were suddenly being examined and reevaluated. Little did we know what was just ahead.
Soon after we moved in, Robb approached the dairy farmer who lived only a half mile away about trading mowing services for milk. He had always loved the taste and simplicity of pure, unadulterated milk from the bulk tank. We were surprised to learn that many people felt strongly about drinking “raw” milk, warning us of it’s many dangers. Robb hopped online to find a pasteurizer, or at least learn how we could heat it to a temperature that would then make it “safe for drinking”.
So that was our journey into learning about the many health benefits of unpasteurized milk, and turned us into raw milk enthusiasts.
I think it was around the same time that Cruiz developed a strange traveling rash, low grade temp and odd sounding cry after her baby checkup. She was only four months old, and behind on all her shots. They had tried to “catch her up” and I had resisted, opting for just the four pricks and one oral. Within hours, she was just different. She sounded different. She wasn’t sleeping well, wasn’t eating well, and seemed kind of detached and strange. Her pediatrician reassured me each of my concerned phone calls, telling me that she was fine. That she probably had a virus. That in no way were her strange symptoms related to the vaccinations.
So I hopped online, and did a search on her symptoms. Now I shudder to type the above paragraph. I cannot imagine what would have happened if I had allowed them to give her more shots.
The next well-baby visit consisted of the usual weighing and measuring. She asked if I wanted to supplement with formula. No. She asked if I was giving her a multivitamin. No. She appeared annoyed that I had carried her in a sling instead of the car seat “bucket” and asked if I would go get so she could inspect it. Um, NO. She asked if we had guns. Yes. She asked if they had trigger locks. No. (They were in a locked safe) She asked if her shots were up to date. No way. And she didn’t want to discuss my concerns regarding the last group of shots.
As calmly as I could, I informed her I was leaving, and would not be back. Ever.
The next question was, what was I going to do when a child ran a fever? Had a cough? What about Cruiz’s terrible constipation issues? The usual doctor’s prescription of corn syrup in a bottle was becoming less and less of a real answer. (I heard some of you moms gasp, even from here.)
So, (yes, you guessed it) I hopped on the internet. And that was my journey into health and wellness. The responsible and common sense way.
Which opened up to learning about whole foods and eating in a way that actually nourished our bodies. I learned to bake bread by looking at articles, posts and pictures on the internet. I learned to garden by reading on the internet. I learned how to care for, raise, and get food from goats, chickens, and pigs from the internet. I ordered books about canning, essential oils, and herbs over the internet. I learned how to treat Cruiz’s constipation through learning and reading via the internet.
That’s not all we used the internet for. We searched for midwives and researched home births online. We perused home schooling styles and ordered curriculum. We began making friends with other people who held similar interests.
And, perhaps the biggest one, we began a history study of the Klaty family which led to learning a lot more than we bargained for about the fellowship we were raised in. On one hand we had the “Truth”, which wasn’t what we had believed it to be at all, and on the other hand we had the truth about the “Truth”, the facts that we were forced to come to terms with. After some years of sorting through all of that, we decided it was best to move on.
So, to answer the question of how we got into drinking raw milk…
It was the internet’s fault.
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