I was really caught this time. Instead of being desperate to reach that milestone, like I was with your brothers, I’ve been dreading it. It’s a huge decision to make for you. Your biggest brother was essentially our trial run on feeding. Your little big brother was our baby-led weaning trial, and now there’s you.
You’re so ready. You sit brilliantly and are very stable. You put things into your mouth and chew, and now you’re reaching for our food. Technically when you stole the Chocolate Orange whilst playing with your brothers on Christmas Eve, you had your first food [and confirmed to everyone that you are indeed my son, no doubt about it]. A little bit different for a first food choice to your brother, who chose lettuce.
In truth I want to feed you purees. I want to make pretty purees and put them in little bowls and use cute spoons to feed you with. I know that’s not what I’ll do though, because BLW makes so much sense to me as you’re breastfed. So it will be up to you.
With your little big brother we handed him foods that we thought he should try individually, like peppers and bread, and watermelon. It was so much fun seeing his reaction to each new food. However, I really want you to be integrated into our normal family meals and eat what we are – because then you’ll help us too. We’ll be healthier because we’ll cut out the salt and anything else you shouldn’t be eating. We’ll eat good fats and raw, live foods and everyone will benefit.
It still nags at me that you’re my last baby, and my last chance to live my 16 year old daydream of the pretty pots and purees, and I wonder whether we’re doing the right thing with BLW. I’m going to have to up my game in the kitchen instead.
I’d love to hear – which method did you decide on and why? Has it worked in retrospect for your little one? Are there things you regret about your choices?