I think I’m starting to get a bit confused with the “building up” of food and drink for the baby. Maybe its information overload or worrying unecessarily but I think I may be after some advice from other parents out there.
The reason for my puzzled state goes something like this. My, now 6 month old, baby boy has never been fantastic on milk and its always been a bit of a challenge to make him drink all his bottles. I think on a GOOD day he manages about 20oz. On a NORMAL day this can range between 15 – 20 oz. The Health visitors have never seen it as a problem, as he is following a line on his growth chart and is consistent in his growth pattern. So…not the best milk drinker, but so far, so ok.
Now. Since food has been introduced it is becoming even more difficult to get him to drink the “required” 20oz a day. Apparently that is what the guidelines say. And apparently after 6 months this becomes even more important due to depleting baby iron reserves. At the moment he us having 2 meals comfortably a day and in the next month or so I should be building up to a 3rd meal.
My worry is that milk is just going to get pushed out even more than it is doing now. Having scrutinised a few suggested baby meal planners it looks like baby should be having about 4 bottles and 3 meals a day. That sounds like a heck of a lot of food and drink to give to my little one even in a couple of months time. And for one who seems to have a dislike of milk anyway its like the perfect little “get out of milk, free” card for him. He loves food and wolfs it down. It just the milk he doesnt seem keen on…or the bottle? Or the brand of formula? Or…hmmm, I don’t know what.
At the moment I’m thinking I’d like to stick to two meals a day so that the 3rd ”meal” could then be a bottle of milk. Or maybe substitute with something like a yoghurt or milk based pudding. Have other parents done this? Does it work? Will it give him enough of what he needs to keep going/growing/thriving? Or should I be giving him smaller portions of food and that way he has to drink more milk?
I would love to hear what other parents are doing / have experienced. Do people out there have milk-haters, food lovers? Did milk get crowded out of your little ones diet earlier than you wanted? Did you sneak it in every other which way instead? Basically, as you can see, I am a bit… ok…a LOT confused.
This is my first entry into Kate’s Listography linky over at Kate Takes 5. This week the theme is Inventions we would invent to make our lives easier. As you can imagine a lot of them are “new baby” related.
1. The Complete Baby Steriliser.
This fantastic gadget would pick your bottles up (by some clever magnetic radar thing) and draw it into the sterliser. It would then proceed to disassemble all the bottles into its varioues components, wash them thoroughly and the finish the job off by stertilising them. It would even have a timer on it so you’d have freshly sterilised bottles waiting for you when you woke up or came home from an outing.
2. The Baby feed maker
This not only makes up a baby’s feed for you but self fills itself when baby has decided he wants more. How many panicked trips to the kitchen would that save.
2. The self washing and cleaning car
No car would ever need washing again, ever. Inside or out. As soon as it detected you had left it would scan itself and hoover up, get rid of all the empty bottles, toys, wrappers etc and clean itself inside and out.
3. The Meal Dispenser
You pick from the gadget (or even the app on your iPhone) what you want to eat and the Meal Dispenser goes about making it. Completly nutrional and healthy. It even washes up once you’re finished!
4. The Ultra Light Baby Seat
How heavy are they! Are they filled with cement? Anyway, this ultra light baby seat would be just as safe and weigh about the same size as your clutch or handbag. It might even just clip itself into the car so no more faffing with seatbelts or bases.
5. The Tummy Firmer
A magical pill that snaps your tummy back to EXACTLY what it was before you were pregnant. No more need to excercise like crazy or watching what you eat.
Last night was a bad night for baby. He had spent the evening throwing up owing to a nice little bug that’s going around. It then took till 9pm to settle him down completely. I dropped into bed by 11pm, tired, hoping we would both have a good night.
What happened next was a bit of a blur, but it goes something like this…
Baby was completely unsettled most of the night and crying on and off. I decided to cradle him in my arms and sleep sitting up. I’d just about dropped off when the OH started sleep talking.
“Let go of my arm.” I ignored it. He sleep talks quite a lot and I’ve learned to filter it out, whilst keeping an ear open for any funny bits. Tonight wasn’t funny and so I ignored it and tried to settle to back to sleep again.
He repeated it, this time tugging at me. He’s also done this before too. Ignoring him again I carried on trying to sleep.
“Let go. Wake up!” Tugging harder now he suddenly shook me out of sleep. I sat up in bed puzzled. I looked over to the basket where baby had been sound asleep all this time. It dawned on me I’d been dreaming but hugging the OHs arm tighter and tighter thinking it was the baby.
I think I need some proper sleep.
So yesterday I came home with you in my arms, a teeny tiny bundle all lost in the baby grow that was too big for you, and big wide eyes silently soaking up the brand new world. And in what feels like a few weeks, you’re a 6 month old!! A cheeky little 6 month old at that!!
1. You now know your name. You whip your head around, all ears, as soon as someone calls you. And we call you a lot! Just to watch you all alert. I know it’s a bit mean. Hehe, sorry!
2. You have learned to jump like a little jack in the box in the jumperoo. But you will occasionally stand so poised you remind me of a little ballet dancer. Other times you look like you’re doing a little jig.
3. You can now scream from about 7am till 8pm in the evening. Blimey, it isn’t half deafening. You don’t seem to tire of it at all! Whilst it’s cute (well, ok not so much anymore), I won’t miss this phase when it’s over!
4. You can give hugs!! (hurrah hurrah!!). It’s not really a full blown proper hug. More, you grab my face and either burrow your own into it, or you try to bite my cheek, complete with a generous layer of drool. I class it as a hug. Muslins are good!
5. You’ve started enjoying fruit, phew. I did worry a bit at first and had visions of you living off veg (mainly the smelly stuff!) and porridge but I think we’re both getting there! Let’s try a bit of baby led weaning next month.
6. You love the theme tune of This Morning. It has a similar effect as saying your name. You whip your head around and will stare happily at the TV and then go about your way when it’s finished. I haven’t noticed you do it to anything else yet but I’m sure it’ll happen.
7. You love being picked up. By anyone! A smile flashed in your direction and you’re anyones.
8. Having said that though you constantly turn around to check your Daddy or I are in the same room. Else a little nervous laughter comes out. Shortly followed by “get me out of here” whinging.
9. My manager came to visit you this month and you spent the whole time pulling his hair, smacking his face and tugging at his shirt. Thank god he has 3 boys of his own. He loved playing with you. I think!
10. You can now put your dummy in your mouth perfectly. The HV said once you could do that you’d be ready for BLW. Hmmm, so next month is going to be interesting!
I think we’ve turned a massive corner with baby massage classes. The sessions are really enjoyable, relaxed and I actually have a good time too. It wasn’t always like that though.
In the beginning there was baby massage. Baby was 14 weeks old and I was still looking a bit frazzled. At the time Baby Boy was still feeding every two hours and just getting out of the house would take what seemed like eternity. That morning I rushed around trying to pack all his belongings into his changing bag, partly because I still didn’t know how to pack a changing bag and partly because I wanted to be prepared for every baby emergency that came my way. This meant packing 5 feeds (for one massage class), a few pairs of clothes, countless nappies, towel etc. I could have stayed away at the class for about a week and still had enough to keep baby going.
With baby all wrapped up for an outing in the big cold wide world (its was still a very cold February) and my changing bag enough to cater for 4 babies I bundled the baby, the baby bag and myself into the car. Packing everything had made me really late and I’d foregone putting any make up on and had scraped my hair into a ponytail. With very little sleep from the previous night I think its fair to say I didn’t look my best. Ahh stuff it I thought, the other mummies will be just as tired looking. We hurriedly trundled into the clinic about 15 minutes late and burst through the door into the class.
I was suddenly in a room with about 20 babies, their mums and the instructor. All relaxed with calming music playing in the background. All now looking at the intruder that has suddenly disturbed the ambience. I tried to settle myself and baby on the spare spot int he circle and tried to strip baby off at lightning speed, whilst at the same time hoping he would relax at an equally quick pace. Glancing around the room I realised I was the only mummy that looked like I’d arrived backwards through a hedge. Damn the perfectly groomed mummies. Why didn’t I put some make up on? Baby was also too busy wriggling around and had taken an interest in the neighbouring baby. He was now content gurgling and trying to hold her toy as well whilst she wildly waved it around whacking the floor and herself.
As I tried to eventually join in with the massage Baby Boy had now spotted the doll that the instructor was using and had proceeded to crane his head back as far as it’d go to try to engage in a baby conversation. Distracted, I completely failed to notice Baby Boy had made himself and home and had decided to wee, all over me. Oh lovely. I now had a massive wet patch on my red dress and rubbing it with baby wipes didn’t really help. Now I know baby massaging is meant to be about complete relaxation but knowing what I know about my little one’s tendency to wee all over me the minute his nappy is off, a nappy on can’t be that bad can it?
Anyway, back to trying to get to a relaxed state, I was now cleaning up the wee from myself, baby and the baby mat and then trying to rejoin the intended relaxed state. We managed quite well for about 5 minutes before another baby decided she’d had quite enough for one day and started screaming blue murder and wanted picking up. Cue, a domino baby crying effect. Baby Boy was utterly silent for about 5 seconds before letting out an upset cry, firmly declaring he had quite enough too. I scooped him up and attempted to soothe, and hold onto, a now well oiled baby.
Eventually he calmed down, but not before he decided to relieve himself on me again. Just as the instructor concluded the massage was over. “Good job babies! Well done babies!” What? Over already? I needed to have a lie down! I have to say I was reluctant to go after that and it took me a good few weeks before going again.
This time though it was different. I was no longer packing the entirety of baby’s bedroom for every trip out and I was much more used to functioning after a bad nights sleep. I now get there early or on time and I no longer stress about the fact that baby (and I) need to relax. To Relax!! The class is much smaller now as lots of babies have now moved on, which does help in a way. And Baby Boy is much less prone to having an impromptu cry. He will still wee on me given the chance but I now just put his nappy on very loosely. So no more target practice for him. and drier clothes for me. Oh, and I still forget to put make up on some days, But I carry less of a backward hedge look.