Oh dear. Just had our first incident of gagging leading to full-blown vomit. We were having stuffed peppers, stuffed with tiny (well, 1cm cubed, to be specific – following Yottam Ottolenghi’s instructions to the letter!) pieces of swede, sourdough bread and gruyere cheese and Daniel had been doing surprisingly well picking up the individual little bits and popping them in his mouth. I was very impressed with his perseverance! After a while, however, he seemed to be flagging, so I speared about five chunks of swede on a fork for him. One of these must have gone down the wrong way, because he did a massive gag followed by a proper sick-up. This hasn’t happened before and I felt terrible for him, especially since I’d interfered by loading up the fork. I had to give him loads of kisses and hugs to apologise! He, on the other hand, brushed it off with barely a blink! He hadn’t had much to eat up to that point (since the pepper stuffing pieces were so miniscule) and since he seemed unfazed by having just thrown up into his bib, I gave him a buttered ricecake and then some greek yoghurt, and he munched these down enthusiastically. As is often the case, the whole episode was far more harrowing for mum and dad than baby.
D’s cold is clearing up now and his appetite seems to be returning, though in fits and starts. He seems hungriest at tea times, with lunch not bad and breakfast time still pretty non-committal. What I am noticing though, is that when he really wants something, far less is being ‘wasted’ now. For example, we had lunch in Sainsbury’s café yesterday and the two fingers of bread roll I gave him disappeared without a trace.
In order to make sure Daniel’s getting something nutritious at lunchtimes when we’re at home, I’ve reconciled with myself that it’s okay to batch cook some things ‘especially for him’, so we’ve now got some salmon croquettes, mini lamb patties and roasted veg in the freezer. Meanwhile, I’ll work on breaking my own breakfast-cereal-for-lunch habit… 🙂
I read up on breastfed babies and water today, and was reassured to find that between 6-12 months, there’s still no real need for them to be drinking water in any quantities – it’s just useful to start getting them used to a sippy cup. So I’m feeling better about that too.
On the other hand, Daniel seems determined to undermine me on the sugar issue, having crawled across the coffee table in a café today to boldly avail himself of my whole piece of rocky road and stick it squarely in his mouth. I retrieved it (dribble-and-all) and offered him a breastfeed instead. He got his revenge by smearing his chocolatey fingers all over my white vest while he fed.