I’ve never been so nervous to feed a child puréed food before.
I watched two feedings this morning. The first consisting of berry smoothie and puréed pancake, the second consisting of applesauce and puréed chicken.
He complained about the pancake but ate it no problem. He complained about the “dirty pancake” also known as puréed chicken, and gagged on it.
My first feed was one ounce of smoothie and one ounce sweet potato. He gave Miss Ashley no problem with either but he really tested the rules with me and sweet potato. It felt like I was wrestling an alligator, holding both his hands down with one hand, holding spoon to his face with other hand, waiting for the perfect opportunity to go for it.
My second feed went much better. He must have realized my rules and Miss Ashley’s rules were the same. The purées were pleasant choices – smoothie and pear – perhaps to boost my confidence and his.
Tomorrow, Jay took off work to learn how to feed Nathan. I had to have him trained before the weekend so we both know the rules, the schedule, and have each other for support and back up.
I’ve been in bed by 8:30 pm almost every night this week and asleep by 9:00 pm. It is very necessary and quite enjoyable as long as I don’t get a case of insomnia at 3:30 am.