For the last week or so, Margot has turned into a cranky, whiny, restless baby requiring the frequent attention of my boobs. It's not anything atypical for a growing, teething, "who the hell knows what is wrong but make it stop" baby, but when you're used to an extremely easy going baby, even the smallest whine can send you over the edge. And because that whine is probably the 4th in a long line of whines I've heard throughout the day.
So at one point, after my usual over supply was completely depleted, I decided that perhaps she was ready for baby food.
Now you'd think that at this point in my parenting tenure that baby food would be a no-brainer. You grab a little bit of rice cereal, maybe some jarred fruits, and you go on your merry way.
But then someone says "Well, why does she need cereal? That's what they used to do way back then, but not anymore."
Oh. Okay. No cereal then. Sure. It tastes like the bland meeting the bland in a teeny tiny spoon, but it's cereal. Everyone starts with cereal.
And then someone else tells you "Yeah, but you don't want to start with fruits because those are sweet and you don't want her to only want sweet things."
Hmmm. But breastmilk is sweet and that's all she eats so am I setting her up for a life in the Dunkin Donut's drive thru?
And you can't forget the mom who's completely against baby food altogether and tells you to just give her a chunk of avocado or banana and let her go at it.
Yeah, that would be my uber crunchy "make your own baby food and yogurt in the 1970s when everyone was celebrating the invention of formula" mom.
And then she's not old enough or she's way too old so "what the hell were you waiting for why isn't she eating food yet?" and then you're just ready to just let her gnaw on a steak and some potatoes and let her fend for herself because who the fuck knows what she's supposed to eat.
With Quinlan, I read "the books" and started her on rice cereal, which she spat right back at me like I was feeding her tar. So, I got scared and didn't try again until she was about nine months old at which point she would only eat jars of organic sweet potatoes. It's a wonder that she's not completely orange.
So with Drew, I skipped the cereal and headed straight for the sweet potatoes, which he proceeded to sling right back at my face until I fed him rice cereal. He ended up hating baby food after about a month of it and ate table food like a pro before he was even eight months old.
And Margot. Well, after rolling the rice cereal off her tongue for a few days, she finally sucked it down, slept like a champ, and then broke out in an entire body rash that's still clearing up.
A poor excuse for an Asian, I say. (ha!)
Last night she took some pieces of banana, and seemed to actually enjoy it rather than look like I was conducting some sort of weird science experiment on her. I'm watching her vigilantly for the signs of a new rash development.
And I'm realizing that no one completely knows what they're talking about when it comes to feeding babies. And that once again, a lot of this parenting stuff is just sifting through the massive amounts of advice and opinions.
Or better, playing "Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo."