I planned for days to write a post lamenting the fact that my child will not eat anything. It was going to be good, too. I thought of adjectives and acronyms and dusted off my sense of humor. Mostly I was frustrated and you know how much sense it makes for that to bring out the best writing in someone.
Amelia hasn't been a good eater since day 1, literally. I've been in a constant state of maternal angst, metaphorically and literally ringing my hands worrying about if she's getting enough nutrients and, if she decides to become a fruitarian, will she waste away to nothingness? My sister gave me good advice. She said not to push it - not to force her to eat. I nodded emphatically and agreed with her. Eating shouldn't be a warzone.
The next meal I shoved a green bean in Amelia's mouth. You may think I'm kidding about the force-feeding bit, but I'm not. Usually if I could just get a taste of a food on Amelia's tongue she would decide she liked it and eat at least a few bites. If she couldn't bear the taste on her tongue then I didn't push it. I've had to start pushing it. She refuses any and every food - even foods I know she has liked in the past like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. She will not touch a noodle. Of any kind. Which means she won't eat spaghetti or macaroni and cheese - childhood staples! I know it's a texture thing and she'll grow out of it, but she needs the carbs! My waft of a girl is just a few pounds more than her 7 month old cousin! Granted, he's a tank, but still.
Things she'll eat for sure:
- A Costco hot dog (go figure)
- Fruit of any kind
- Goldfish crackers
- Donuts (that's my girl!)
- Fruit Roll-ups
- Chocolate (of course)
- Sticks of Colby Jack cheese
- Her daddy's Chicken Fried Rice (we tried living off of it for a while and got burned out)
- Ice cream
Things she won't even touch no matter how often she's offered them:
- Any kind of vegetable (although she ate a couple of tiny bites of broccoli lately)
That list may seem short but it covers a vast array of foods that her father and I happen to enjoy. I still offer her everything we eat but she usually won't eat it.
Mealtimes for the last year have been filled with frustration and crying - and not just from me.
Yesterday she was feeling really sick so she ate next to nothing all day. I could have penned the most angst-ridden blog from the heart yesterday about what a horrible mother I was. That is, until about 5:30pm. She just wanted to snuggle and I realized she had a slight fever and was exhausted and, from what I could tell, had the chills and body aches. We put her to bed with not much in her tummy. Even her beloved Fruit by the Foot didn't get eaten.
This morning when she woke up I offered her a blueberry waffle (I made them last week and froze the leftovers) and turkey bacon. She didn't touch the bacon but she ate almost the entire waffle and about 1/2 of a pear. That's good for her, people.
Lunch was nothing to write home about. I cut up leftover pork chops to look like chicken strips and even gave her some dip to dunk them in and all she did was take a couple of bites then suck down the sweet and sour sauce I gave her for dipping. Then she had a Fruit By the Foot and called it good.
We cut back on the snacks today. When David got home Millie had developed somewhat of a cabin fever and really wanted to go outside even though it had snowed today and was freezing. We bundled her up and David took her out and let her run around the cul de sac for a while. Pizza was for dinner and that's all she talked about until it was ready. She was offered a slice of pizza and carrots. David thought the piece of pizza was too difficult for her to eat so he cut it up and she wouldn't touch it. Ah! Presentation! We then gave her another piece that was whole and she gobbled it up...toppings first. Then she asked for more! MORE! I noticed teeth imprints in the carrots but not a full bite - she didn't want anything to do with them. But after dinner David gave her as much applesauce as she wanted and she had quite a bit.
Hopefully this is a turning point to better eating. And with that, I'm taking my sick self to bed.
Supposedly we'll have snow tomorrow. Doubt it.