It's been three months since we started weaning. I get up every morning and make exactly the same amount of porridge I made on Week One. If I'm lucky, he'll eat about half of it.
Lunchtime - two or three ice cubes of butnip (butternut and parsnip) or sweet potato and something. If I'm lucky he'll eat about four spoonfuls before going onto his sweet.
If I'm lucky, he'll eat his sweet.
At dinner time, I'm lucky if he eats anything at all.
He has started crying at the sight of a spoon, and blowing raspberries the instant it comes near his mouth. The only thing he hates more than a spoon is a sippy cup filled with that revolting poison, water. Last week he nearly ended up in hospital with dehydration.
After that, his already tiny interest in food shrank to almost nothing.
I call the dietician, tell her I don't want him ending up hating food. She says I'm not over-reacting, I'm right to worry, which makes me feel better and worse at the same time. She's going to refer him to a speech and language therapist.
On the Tofs Facebook group there are women whose children are so averse to food it takes hours of persuading to get them to eat one Rice Krispie. Please don't let him end up like that...
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