“I don't like being around my own kid right now.”

I'm sitting on the bathroom floor with the door locked and I can still hear her screaming about the waffle.

It's been 45 minutes, and all because I cut it the wrong way.

And the thought that comes into my head is one I will probably never say out loud to anyone. “I don't like being around my own kid right now.”

She's 4, and I'm hiding from her in my own house.

I'd already spent nearly a year trying to fix it.

Gentle parenting, time-ins, consequences, reward charts, a $200 parenting course that made me feel like I'd finally found the answer until nothing changed.

And everyone I talked to had a theory about what I was doing wrong…

Like I hadn't already been killing myself trying, so eventually I just stopped talking about it.

Then one night I'm putting her to bed and notice something I've been seeing for a while but didn't put much thought into until now.

The dark circles under her eyes have been there for weeks, maybe months. She's been in bed 11 hours and she looks exhausted.

And for the first time I'm wondering if I've been trying to solve the wrong problem entirely.

So I started paying attention.

And once I did...

I couldn't stop seeing things.

The picky eating.

She used to eat everything.

Protein, fruit, even veggies (a hardfought battle but that's another story).

But over the last year?

She'd become so picky.

Now she only wanted carbs.

Crackers. Bread. Pasta. Goldfish.

And sugar.

Oh my god, the sugar cravings.

She'd wake up and immediately ask for a snack.

And if I said no?

Meltdown.

The sleep.

She was in bed for 11 hours...

But she wasn't resting.

She'd toss and turn all night.

Wake up crying at 2 AM for no reason.

Grind her teeth so loud I could hear it from the hallway.

And in the mornings?

She'd wake up grumpy.

Like she hadn't slept at all.

The stomach issues.

“My tummy hurts.”

She said it constantly.

But it was always vague.

Never bad enough to do anything about.

But it was always there no matter what.

And don't even get me started on the mood swings.

Happy one second.

Rage the next.

She'd go from laughing to screaming in under 10 seconds.

For no reason I could figure out.

So I started keeping a list just to see if I was imagining things.

And when I saw it all written out like that...

I thought...

Are these things connected?

Or am I just grasping at straws?

Let's call him “Dr. Jones”.

I brought him my list, and explained everything.

The tantrums, sleep issues, picky eating, dark circles...

And you know what he said?

“She's 4, this is normal. She'll grow out of it.”

I pushed back.

“But what about the dark circles? And the teeth grinding? And the fact that she's SO tired all the time?”

“Some kids just don't sleep well. Have you tried melatonin?”

“And the picky eating?”

“It's a phase. Keep offering healthy foods, she'll come around.”

“And the tantrums?”

“You might want to look into a parenting class.”

I left that appointment feeling worse than when I went in.

Because now I had confirmation:

I was the problem.

Not her.

Me.

My parenting.

So I kept trying.

Cut out gluten, dairy, and tried a probiotic...

Bought blackout curtains for her room...

Started an even stricter bedtime routine with a weighted blanket and magnesium spray.

And you know what happened?

Nothing.

Well, a few things helped a little, for a few days.

Then we were right back where we started.

That's when the guilt really set in.

Because if nothing was working...

That meant it really was me.

My energy.

My inability to stay calm when she was melting down for the 34th time that week.

I stopped enjoying being her mom...

And started counting down the hours until bedtime.

I felt like I was just surviving.

Not parenting.

Surviving.

And I was so, so tired.

I was scrolling Facebook at 11 PM.

(Because of course I was.)

And I saw a post in a mom group.

A mom talking about her son's behavior issues.

How he'd been having meltdowns...

Became the pickiest eater unless sugar and carbs were on the table...

Got dark circles under his eyes...

Slept like he'd been downing Starbucks until bedtime...

Sound familiar?

But then she said something that stopped me in my tracks.

“We did a parasite cleanse and he's like a different kid.”

My first thought was:

Parasites? That's insane.

Parasites are a third-world thing.

We live in the US, and we have clean water.

My kid isn't eating dirt.

(Okay, she was eating dirt when she was 2, but still.)

But I couldn't stop thinking about it.

So I started Googling.

And the more I read...

The more I realized how wrong I'd been.

Especially in kids.

Because kids put EVERYTHING in their mouths.

They play in dirt...

Pet dogs at the park...

Share toys at daycare.

And parasites are in ALL of those places.

In fact...

According to the CDC, millions of people in the US have parasites...

And 1 out of every 2 children will have some sort of parasite or pinworm by the age of 10...

But we don't talk about it.

Because it's “gross.”

And because doctors here don't routinely screen for them.

Meanwhile...

In Europe and other developed countries?

They do routine parasite cleanses.

For kids AND adults.

Because they know something we don't:

Everyone has parasites.

The question isn't IF you have them.

It's HOW MANY you have.

And what they're doing to your body.

I found a list of common parasite symptoms in kids.

And I swear...

It was like someone had been spying on my house.

Every... single... one.

This one blew my mind, because I'd been so frustrated with her constant begging for snacks.

But it turns out...

Parasites feed on sugar.

So they literally hijack your kid's cravings.

They make your kid crave the ONE thing that keeps them alive.

Which explained why she'd wake up asking for a snack...

Only wanted crackers and bread and pasta...

And why she'd have a meltdown if I didn't give her something sweet.

It wasn't her.

It was them.

Parasites are most active between 2-3 AM, because that's when they reproduce.

And when they do...

They release toxins that wake your kid up, or cause teeth grinding.

Or restless, tossing-and-turning sleep.

Which explained why she'd wake up crying at 2 AM for “no reason.”

Grind her teeth like fingernails on a chalkboard...

And no matter how long she'd be in bed...

Why still wake up exhausted.

This was the most eye opening.

See, 90% of serotonin is made in the gut...

And serotonin is the brain chemical that controls mood.

AKA happiness, calmness, and emotional control.

But when the gut is inflamed...

(Which parasites can do...)

The body can't make enough serotonin.

Which means the brain doesn't get the signals it needs to regulate emotions.

So what does that look like in a 4-year-old?

This wasn't behavioral or “just a phase”.

These nasty little critters were taking my sweet, beautiful girl from me one day at a time.

My daughter wasn't a bad kid.

She wasn't “spirited” or “intense” or “strong-willed.”

She was a sick kid.

Something was hijacking her body.

And I'd been trying to solve it with parenting strategies.

But you can't gentle-parent your way out of a parasite infection...

Or consequence-chart your way out of gut inflammation.

You definitely can't reward your way out of a biological problem.

And suddenly...

It wasn't my fault.

I wasn't failing her.

I was just solving the wrong problem.

And dug into researching the safest, gentlest, and most effective way to get these parasites out of my baby girl without having to go to the pharmacy.

(Long story, but let's just say my family and I have an “interesting” history with medicines and side effects).

But let me tell you...

Finding one that was safe for kids was hard.

Most of them are designed for adults, taste terrible...

And are way too harsh for a 4-year-old.

But then I found Velvra.

And it checked every single box.

I ordered it.

And I'll be honest...

I was skeptical.

Because I'd tried SO many things.

And nothing had worked.

But I was also desperate...

And saw they had a 30-day no questions asked money back guarantee.

So I figured...

What did I have to lose?

No change.

I started wondering if I'd wasted my money.

She slept through the night.

For the first time in months.

I didn't think much of it at first.

(Fluke, right?)

But then it happened again the next night.

She woke up happy.

Not the Oscar the Grouch impersonator I'd come to know.

She was genuinely happy.

I almost cried.

She asked for a vegetable.

Willingly.

I had to double-check that I'd heard her correctly.

The tantrums weren't as bad.

They weren't gone entirely.

(She's still 4 after all.)

But the intensity was different.

She could regulate, calm down, and wasn't going from 0 to 100 in 2 seconds anymore.

The dark circles were fading and teeth grinding stopped.

She was still sleeping soundly through the night, and waking up rested.

I had my daughter back.

The sweet, silly, curious kid I remembered.

She was her again.

This whole time...

I'd been blaming myself, and my inability to “handle” my own child.

But it was never me.

And it was never her.

It was parasites.

And once we got rid of them...

Everything changed.

Because...

This doesn't get better on its own.

Parasites don't just “leave”

They reproduce, multiply...

And the longer they're there...

The more damage they do.

So if your kid has:

Don't wait...

And spend another 6 months hoping it's “just a phase.”

Don't blame yourself...

And keep trying the same parenting strategies that aren't working.

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What if there's a root to the problem no one's checking for?

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