In case anybody cares, the thing that is driving me around the bend is feeding. I mean eating. Actually I no longer have any idea what I mean - what I mean is the process whereby the children ingest calories in some form or other and end up not starving themselves . Which always sounded really simple, until one of them (Baby I! I'm talking about you!) decided that eating is for sissies and he'd rather not, thank you. Low point was Wednesday when baby I was perfecting his new feeding scream of death. It's high, scratchy and then rapidly drops in pitch and volume - it sounds for all the world like he is being pushed off a cliff. I keep expecting to hear a splash at the end, or at the very least the ring of the doorbell because the neighbours have finally called social services on us. This scream comes out whenever I put a spoonful of food near him - not forcing him to eat it, just offering it to him. And then there are tears. And I know he must be hungry, and it's food he's eaten before, but it's just tears and screaming. Reading that, it doesnt' sound like too big a deal - nothing a bit of friendly feeding advice wouldn't sort out. (But please don't. Seriously - don't). But gaaah, in the middle of it it feels like a very big deal indeed.
So anyway. That's why I'm feeling a bit fragile. Here are the photos.
looking at this boy's arrangement of chins, it's hard to believe that he's on hunger strike. But he is. Oh, yes, he is. How can someone so adorable be so utterly frustrating? It's the question of the ages.
mummy, this is what I think of your dancing.
I got a wide angle lens for my birthday. I really like it.
I got a wide angle lens for my birthday. I really like it.
I don't want him ever, ever to grow out of doing this. It almost makes up for the hunger strike. Almost.
BIRTHDAY FISHFACE!
(The photos that follow are all from their birthday gathering on the day after their party. I have indulged myself with quite a few, because hey, you only turn one once).
(The photos that follow are all from their birthday gathering on the day after their party. I have indulged myself with quite a few, because hey, you only turn one once).
and here are two more batches of a different flavour (passionfruit and marshmallow - tasty but unattractive)
baby boy discovers cake icing. He hasn't looked back. It's the exception to the hunger strike. He's flopped forward to be at one with the icing.
Not offering feeding advice you'll be glad to read, just sending some sympathy your way and reminding you that he will not starve!!! No honestly, he won't! Kitty doesn't do the screaming (not at this particular juncture of the day) but she does the pneumatic spitting once she's had enough, which is usually about 2 teaspoons in :-( Thinking of you and hoping he's over it soon. It's horrible dreading mealtimes, which are bad enough (high on the goo/gunge/stain scale) at this age. Kitty prefers to eat off the floor, but I'm not offering that as advice ;-) A big virtual hug for a fab mummy - keep up the good work,; he's gonna be asking for 5ths in 12 years time!!! xxx
ReplyDeleteThere is something so particularly wearing when babies won't eat, isn't there? We went through a LONG time of it with Nathan. Amazingly, we did come out the other side and you will too ... pecker up.
ReplyDeleteI particularly loved the photo of your son crawling on the grass with such a purposeful look on his face!