Semi-solids - battle of wills

After 2 weeks, I made a second attempt to introduce semi-solids to the little tyke. The first time was unplanned, Ethan was too hungry cos Emmanuel and I spent half an hour putting his high chair together. We were both sweating buckets in the hot humid late afternoon and Ethan was 2 hours past his last meal. We tried 2 teaspoons of nestle rice cereal with 30ml of EBM, warned by some to be too "sweet".

Ethan's a hot baby and rapidly decided the hot chair and the all this cooing to try to put stuff in his mouth wasn't working out. The attempt was aborted in seconds and Ethan taken to an aircon room to enjoy his favourite left boob/right boob.

The second attempt, carefully planned for Sunday 15th May, was to be an important milestone witnessed by proud grandparents and Emmanuel's high end Cannon digital camera. I dressed up (kinda). This time I had bought a whole packet of Gerber rice cereal, said to be "not too sweet" and thus won't "spoil" babies. I had 50ml of precious fresh EBM and mixed the amounts carefully.

Ethan shrunk to the side of the high chair furthest away from the spoon but we managed to spoon some into his mouth and he swallowed some. It was considered a mini success.

I needed Ethan to start liking semi solids cos I had intended to slowly then wean from breast as his intake for semi-solids increased. This will mean less fatigue for me and a gradual return to my pre-preg clothes and feeling more like the old me.

So it's a disappointment when in the last few days, Ethan demonstrated his lack of enthusiam for semi-solids by crying, wailing, projectile spitting, puking and drooling out all the carefully prepared different sorts of semi solids. My mother tried cereal in a bottle in the evening and wasted another 50ml of EBM. On Monday, cereal with 120ml Mamex was finished across 2 sessions over 3 hours - not too bad. On Tuesday, crying and refusal to swallow from bottle or spoon. So my mother tried a jar of organic apple and apricot baby food. The first mouth was projectiled to a distance away. The second spoonful was puked out along with whatever EBM left in his little stomach.

Today I heard my mother stewed $5 worth of beef steak until she got the beef essence to cook porridge. More crying and wailing. My mother has decided to only try a month later.