When I started weaning Emma, I was a salt and sugar militant. I would scour the labels to check it was OK for her to eat and we’d spend far too much money buying the baby versions of porridge and raisins. I was nailing this weaning business, knocking out spaghetti bolognaise, fish pie, mild curry, lentil casserole and all of it was wolfed down in a nano-second. Was I a fool to think it would last? Probably.
Eight months later and a flip switched. Emma decided she didn’t want the variety of a diet that is superior to anyone in our house. No, no, she wanted baby crisps, breadsticks, toast and perhaps a mouthful of potato waffle, if we struck lucky. It was like being thrown into a state of emergency, your adrenaline pumping as you find an alternative to the disastrous situation.
Since then I’ve let go a little from my militant ways. Chips for breakfast? Why not! Wonder if she’ll like a 99 Flake for her mid morning snack? Give it a go! Just as the flip switched for Emma, it did for Mummy too and I just want some food to be eaten. I don’t think that’s too much to ask! Along the way, there have been a few fails in the feeding department, but whatever works eh?!
-Emma mainlines in milk during the night. She drinks about 400-500ml, so we enter a vicious cycle where she doesn’t eat breakfast and possibly snacks at lunch. I’m basically too scared to give her water during the night as it WILL unleash the rage.
-She only eats on the sofa watching Teletubbies and laughing along. When she was a baby, she only ate in her bouncer watching Bing, so that’s good progress.
-Emma won’t try anything new, and makes a look of disgust if it looks unfamiliar.
-Anything she does eat must be laden with cheese. Don’t even bother unless you throw in half a block of cheddar in the pot.
-Emma’s obsession with Organix Sweetcorn rings is I’m pretty sure keeping the company afloat. And Ella’s Kitchen, god love her.
-She loves Cheerios but in order for her to eat even one, you must pass them to her individually.
-She’ll lure you into thinking she loves toast, but actually licks the butter or cream cheese off, then walks around the house depositing toast fingers anywhere she sees fit.
-Emma now stands in her high chair as I make her food. Apparently my stern voice is hysterical.
-The only meals she’ll eat is mushroom risotto. I’ve unwittingly made her a vegetarian as she now refuses to eat any meat.
-I’m pretty sure she’d rather eat rocks and pebbles than edible food.
We’re no closer to a balanced diet and with Emma at nursery now, I initially thought she would take to food better but she seems to holding a no eating whatsoever protest. It’ll all pass, as the saying goes….I mean it has to, doesn’t it?
Do you have a fellow fussy eater in the house?