My daughter developed jaundice right after she was born and had a fairly low birth weight because I had to be induced three weeks early. I had trouble breastfeeding and called it quits after about a month of nipple shields and pumping around the clock. Naturally, I developed anxiety over her weight gain.
After a trial and error of a few different brands, we settled on Enfamil Gentlease. She started packing on the pounds and her pediatrician was delighted. So were my nipples.
At around 4 months she started to have discomfort from teething. At exactly 6 months she began refusing her bottles, with no teeth to show for it! She was in so much pain and I didn’t know what to do. Every time she needed to eat it was a fight.
To this day (one month later), she still prefers to play with food, take a giant mouthful only to spit it out at me, and rip her bib off.
Dear Baby Z,
Please, eat your food. Does it really taste as bad as you say? You gag, but do you really mean it or is this some sick mind game you insist on playing daily? Yesterday, you loved sweet potatoes. Today, you dumped them on the floor mommy had just mopped. Last week you couldn’t get enough of your homemade beet puree and this week it looks like you murdered something on your high chair. Why do you pick small pieces of lint off of the floor and devour them like it is your last meal, but turn your nose up to green beans? Why do you scrape your oatmeal off of your tongue and proceed to run your fingers through your hair? Why do you bat away your bottle in disgust like it’s a bitter cough medicine? Eat your f***ing food.
Here is a bonus video from the “Pump and Dump Show” that made me giggle: