End of the Week Update
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
It's Friday and that means another feeding session. No luck with french fries today. She was just sucking on them. No biting or chewing. When she does bite a small piece off, she spits it out.
We tried to trick her today. I brought soda with the french fries and we put tiny pieces on the straw, hoping she wouldn't notice. At first she didn't want anything to do with it, but I got stern and told her she needed to try. You see, J's one weakness is the need to please. She doesn't like it when mommy is mad or sad. So if I tell her that what she's doing is making me angry, she'll stop. I tried to exploit that during the session and it worked. She swallowed a few tiny pieces of french fry with the soda. She also tried a piece of a grape.
It's so frustrating. On one hand, we've made so much progress. She's willing to put all kinds of food in her mouth ~ pizza, french fries, vegetables, ice pops, cookies, candy, peanut butter, etc. But she still won't chew. She still swallows everything whole. I just can't figure it out! Her therapist suggested taking her to a behaviorist. She believes, as do I, that J is fully capable of chewing and swallowing. It's not a question of mechanics. The bottom line is she's afraid! I just don't know how to help her anymore. I don't know how to break through. Now that she's got the vocabulary to express herself it's worse. She tells me she's "so scared." I try my hardest to reassure her. "Don't worry sweetie, if you chew your food it won't be scary. It will go down into your belly just like mommy and daddy."
I've even started using the 'big girl' angle. She will be turning 3 soon and I've started saying things like, "You're not a baby anymore. It's time to chew your food. Big girls eat big girl food. Your friends at school eat all by themselves. Yada, yada, yada." Who knows if that'll be the spark that ignites her curiosity.
In other news, I'm glad you guys were on my side about the Italy thing. Sometimes I feel like I'm going crazy when I say things to my husband and he tells me I'm overreacting. He's really good at making me second guess my feelings. Here's another gem from my hubby. Last night, while we were driving to his parents house for dinner, we started talking about money. I forget how we got on the topic but he said that, compared to his friends, he makes a good salary. I agreed. Then he added, "and I have nothing to show for it." COME ON! He's got a house, a car, the clothes on his back, a huge ass TV in the living room, food in the refrigerator and a million other things I can name that he should be grateful for. His response? "I hate my life."
I'm not even going to go into it, except to say that he's a master of pushing my buttons.
Lastly, I have been doing some spring cleaning and came across a lot of journal entries and stories I wrote before I had a baby and before I got married. I was thinking about posting some of them. So keep checking back for some orginal works by J's mommy!!!