So it begins, the daily quest for Bub to eat something, anything, in minuscule portions, one at a time. Patience is at the heart of so many aspects of mamahood (I am learning), and feeding solids is another category to add to that list. We have been trying for a week and a half now, in search of Bub’s starchy soulmate – will it be sweet potato? Normal potato? Carrots? The suspense is killing me, one teaspoon at a time. We started with sweet potato and had overall a good first session, with Bub appearing somewhat entertained at ‘This New Thing’ called eating. Day Two was similar to Day One, a swallow here and there and lots of pats on the back between me and my better half. “He’ll be an eater” we said joyfully, “He’s been watching us eat and ready to eat himself, hoorah.” Such fools we are.
Then came Horrendous Day Three. Bub was pretty much like, “Ok look here, thanks for the fun and games, it’s been great, truly, now give it up. Over it now. Let’s get back to the milk please.” All the progress made, out the window. Bub made faces of horror and disgust, tongue lashing out, rejecting anything on the spoon. Towards the end he just kept his lips sealed as if to say, “You can’t get anything in now, haha!”
Days Four and Five were identical to Horrendous Day Three. Time to mix it up, and so we moved from sweet potato to the normal potato. I am pleased to report that Horrendous Day Three has not repeated itself since we moved to potato but it is painstaking work, with little reward. I can’t imagine the day where Bub is eating three times a day, it seems miles away. This is what people must mean by persistence is key, patience is king, one step at a time and all that jazz.
I guess mamahood has a funny way of teaching us more than how to raise a bub, and that chipping away and making a little bit of progress each day is something in itself to be grateful for. Even a tiny mouthful swallowed is now an epic win, a milestone worthy of celebration.
In my heart of hearts, I’m so proud of Bub even though progress is slow and I’m already nostalgic at the thought that he is not the little baby we brought home anymore (tissues please). I finally understand what they mean by “the days can be long but the years are short” – time truly flies.
Now, back to the potato…!
Sophia is a new mum, slowly adapting to the many changes that a new baby brings to life. She is a keen writer and adventurer who loves to travel, although now considers leaving the house and walking around Kennedy Town, where she lives, an adventure in itself (ah, how times change post baby).
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