So maybe it wasn’t the wisest move, to offer Abby her first solids when she’s in the throes of her first major cold. But she has been clearly asking for food for the past three weeks at least. It was just what our pediatrician told us to watch for: as food went past her, on my fork from my plate to my lips, she reached for it, tried to grab it, even snapped at it with her gummy jaws.
Penny did the same thing just before 6 months (from her due date) grabbed at an apricot and nommed for dear life.
Plus, there was this recent article saying that starting solids between 4-6 months might decrease her chances of having gluten intolerance or celiac disease. I don’t know if it’s true. It flies in the face of what I’ve been told up till now. But it’s only 2 weeks before her 6-month-iversarry, so it probably doesn’t make much difference either way. But! Just in case, I wanted to get some whole-grain cereal in her before, you know, the big deadline.
I shopped for all the right stuff. The stepkids were here, and they dig being on-site for significant moments. So when I was putting Penny down for a nap (read: sitting in the rocking chair reading my iPhone for an hour, because that’s the only way she’ll nap these days), I gave them the go-ahead to feed Abby for the first time. As you can see, she loved it, unlike some kids we’ve been seeing around the site lately.
Unfortch, her tummy didn’t love it. About a half hour after her fun taste test, she horked it all back up. Best part: she horked it neatly into my cleavage, which, due to my shelf-bra nursing tank, held it all in a boob-bra cup till I could sop up the brimming snot-cereal combo and disappear briefly into the shower, where I quietly screamed until the last bit of hork went down the drain.
It’s a glamorous life, I tell ya. We’ll try again in a couple days.
Did you have a first food fail of your own?