We had our first feeding therapy appointment on Monday.
I’ve decided to play nice and follow directions, do it their way for a while if you will.
Yes, I’m the one that usually shuns directions, determined to “do it myself” while my husband pulls out the directions first when opening a put-it-together-yourself item.
I guess feeding Annabelle was the same way. I’ve fed 3 children… I should be able to teach my 4th daughter how to eat, right? No therapist need tell me how to mother my child! (I rarely read self-help books either… you’re all probably going, so THAT’S her problem….)
But after months of shoving food down my child, having her eat baby food for two weeks then refuse it for a month, and barely getting water down her with a sippy cup, I’ve decided that I need to back down and take the experts advice on this one, at least for a while. Give it a chance to work.
So we are playing nice with Annabelle’s mouth now. Only happy, positive, and good thoughts going on in the high chair. NO more screaming Annabelle while Momma shovels food into her, insisting that she’ll get used to after a while.
The therapist said that I’m not allowed to sneak food in either, disguising food she doesn’t like with food she likes. She has to “trust” me.
Whoops. I guess the whole putting the binky to her mouth to get her to open it, then dumping food in there instead wasn’t a swell idea. Although in my defense, it worked for a while!
Problem is, we only have feeding therapy every other week. And playing nice is NOT easy for this Momma. I’m a wee bit of a “do what I say, because I’m the Mom” kind of Mom. Playing with our food on purpose, smearing it in our hair, on our clothes, and on the high chair, all things that happen when feeding a baby, but not things you ENCOURAGE.
But nope, with Annabelle, this is what we’re SUPPOSED to do.
See? I’m getting irritated about it just typing this.
I think they need therapy for feeding therapy for Moms.