Every feeding is a [arduous] battle.
Let the baby eat supplementary food, can really be regarded as a [beg grandpa, sue grandma] thing.
Rice paste? No!
Feed puree? No!
Fruit puree? No!
What is going on in the baby’s little brain? No matter how rich the dishes are, they are unmoved and only love milk.
The article Dr. Clove is going to share today is very special. It is a monologue of a [baby].
This is what he said about his feeding war with his mother.
First, I want to drink milk all my life.
I am one year old, but my favorite food is milk.
As soon as I saw my mother lift her clothes, I would crawl over. In fact, I wanted to drink until I was big. After going to school, the canteen was saved. After class, my friends ran to the [milk hall], where there were n mothers and 2n milk. Before everyone moved, they took photos and sent friends.
But the reality is very cruel. Since I was six months old, my mother has let me eat all kinds of strange things.
The chicken, duck and fish they ate themselves lay lifelike on the plate, but what they gave me was the same thing as poop: apples, carrots, salmon, eggs,… buzzing into mud, or various fruits and vegetables and meat cooking porridge for me. Porridge has eight treasures and many of them.
I saw my father holding his nose and frowning his eyebrows and sending them to my mouth.
You can’t accept it yourself and come to harm me! Are you taking revenge on Uncle Wang next door?
My mother is more cunning. She took a radio to play songs to me. She knew that my favorite children’s song was < < Mary has a lamb chop > > < < Old McDonald’s has a breeding station > >. As soon as I heard it, I would dance in harmony. She gave me a few mouthfuls of poop.
At the end of the song, I belched and became so embarrassed that I realized that I had been tricked and overturned all the small bowls.
Later, the small bowl was upgraded to a sucker and could not be lifted. Dad is a teaser. I am always amused by him without a long memory. A smile leaks the flaw. Mom sends a spoonful of poop in at every opportunity.
I was angry, but the dining chair space was very small, my feet were still suspended without roots, and I could not learn lightness skills, so I could only let them ravage me. Finally, I will vomit food, and I will vomit out when you feed it in. Several times back and forth, my mother was KO.
Two or eight months old, I entered the prince’s food model.
My mother pondered for a long time, and finally began to understand. Instead of giving me a pot of stew, she prepared me a variety of single foods and stopped feeding immediately after meals.
So eight months later, I started the pattern of prince ye’s food tasting. The table will be filled with colorful food of different shapes: purple sweet potatoes and pink. Red tomato, soft; Golden pumpkin, glutinous; White rice, grain by grain; Pink salmon meat, a little bit… It’s also very interesting to touch and pinch it. It doesn’t seem so bad to play and put it in your mouth. I don’t promise to enjoy everything, but my mother can’t reduce the tricks: what you have less may be the only thing I like to eat this meal! Do you dare to take risks?
Seeing that I began to take an interest in food, I teased my father to join in and find a sense of accomplishment. He gave me a corn, and I dug it several times, but it failed. He also blindly came up with an idea: [bite it with his teeth.]
Eldest brother, I only have two upper incisors. I can only dig but not bite
However, this did not affect me to chew food with my gums and chew out the taste. I also thought of the good things they had been teaching me to share, so I vomited them out and handed them to my father. He looked disdainful. His mother gave him a look, which meant: If you don’t eat, will he eat? So my father swallowed it all smiles.
Three, after illness, grandma regained the favor of [pure milk feeding]
The good times did not last long. Illness greatly affected my appetite.
When I was 10 months old, I got a baby rash. I had a high fever for four or five days and had no appetite. I don’t drink any water, but how about food? My mother committed [Poor Baby Syndrome]. She was afraid of my dehydration, so she held me in her arms and fed me. I think I can push my luck and refuse the bottle from now on. After recovery, I must also feed myself, Oye!
The bottle is very convenient for adults. Anyone can feed it and know how much I have eaten. But the rubber nipple is not as good as mother’s boobs. Do you think feeding milk is just to live? Pattern Tucson is broken! What I want is intimate contact with my mother.
Dad also took a bottle to join in the fun: [This is full of milk squeezed by my mother, which is the same as eating on my mother.]
I really want to choke him: [According to your personal experience, can my mother be the same as an inflatable doll? ]
At that time, I was extremely attached to breast milk and my appetite was extremely bad. No matter how carefully my mother prepared it, I refused it. I threw the spoon and she put on the chopsticks. I pushed the chopsticks away and she started directly. In fact, which is the tableware? Who hasn’t had a time when he doesn’t want to eat? You can’t even get on a nine-tooth rake.
Four, I haven’t entered for nearly a month, and my mother invited my grandmother.
Grandma brought the traditional wisdom of the working people: “Children, what rules are not required. If they want to eat well, they have to let him play and eat.”
The anxious mother also gave up the principle, The family chased me on the ground and took turns to play the big tiger robbing food in an attempt to arouse my appetite. I like this kind of game and decided to encourage them appropriately and eat some from time to time to ensure the sustainable development of the game. Whenever they were exhausted and carried me to the dining chair with lucky psychology, I continued my hunger strike!
My mother began to look for books again. In my opinion, she is like Tom, a stupid cat studying < < how to catch mice > >. Like Tom, many of her scientific attempts ended in farce.
When I don’t eat, she takes it out on my father, which is especially interesting. Every day when my father comes back from work to look at my mother’s face, he knows how I eat. I sometimes feel sorry for teasing my father.
Later, they were determined not to feed on the ground, so they had to eat in the dining chair. However, as soon as I was on the dining chair, I was like a NPC representative sitting in the meeting hall. I was so sleepy. They are determined not to give toys or cell phones, so they have to give something, right?
In the end, everyone reached a tacit understanding: the rich and colorful artistic performances were transferred to the dining chair. I like my father’s performance. My face was full of sunshine and I danced around me. I walked into an S and a B, just like the top card of Peony Peak Art Troupe!
Seeing your hard work, I will barely eat a little. However, the performance cannot be stopped. If it stops, I will be bored, and then the clear air will rise, the turbid air will sink, and I will be full of meaning. As soon as I saw that I was holding my breath, my mother hurriedly called my father: “Come back to the show!” Divert his attention!
Five, finally, my mother gave up the idea of making me a food
My mother was finally exhausted by me, and she finally gave up the obsession of making me food.
When I pointed to this point and that point when I was eating, and also pointed to my father to order songs and dances, they stopped talking to me.
I cried and made a noise. They will comfort me, but they will not satisfy me. Finally, I am also tired. Just eat a few mouthfuls. It feels good to scoop up the food with a spoon and put it into my mouth.
They not only [calmly isolated] me, but also learned to fight roundabout.
For example, chestnuts, formula milk I resolutely do not touch, milk at most one or two, yogurt to see the mood. My mother accidentally discovered that I love to eat bean flower, so she gave me soy milk. Is soy milk milk milk? Anyway, my mother was very happy. She thought I had taken another step away from dairy products.
Now this cunning woman began to mix milk with soy milk and gradually increased the proportion of milk. This is the way he used to deal with his father: mix water with wine. Finally, once, Dad struck a table: “You forgot to mix wine with Lao Zi today!” ]
Therefore, I teased my father to strictly control the soybean-milk ratio, and I never drank too much milk.
Thank you, Dad, otherwise I wouldn’t have tasted any bean flavor.
Six, I must accept the reality: eating can’t blackmail my mother,
Sometimes I don’t want to go to the dining chair, but I want to climb onto her to eat together, so she throws me at the sofa to reflect on myself.
Sometimes when I throw food, she immediately takes me out of the dining chair and sends me to the sofa. Grandma brought a bowl to the round table and was immediately cut off by her mother: hungry him, reflect on him and eat again.
I must accept the reality: Eating can’t blackmail my mother. What’s more, The food she prepared actually attracted me. Hungry and greedy, I reflected for a few minutes and still had to find a way down the steps. In the past, I sold a cute one, and then I had a pair of big hands to carry me to the dining chair. Although I didn’t eat much, I would put food of moderate size into my mouth and eat a few mouthfuls of porridge with a spoon. Although half of the food was missed, my parents would still praise me.
I can feel the change they have made for me, not only the taste is light, they also ensure that everything on the table is I can eat. My father used to like coffee for breakfast, my mother likes black tea, but now they have changed to milk, and I am gradually no longer disgusted with that white liquid.
Dad won’t drink in front of me for dinner either. Maybe after I am 18 years old, I will have a round of talks with this old thing.
Although I still like to lie in my mother’s arms and drink milk, I also like to eat with everyone. Although I don’t eat much, I really want to try every food on the table.
My mother is already very satisfied with this. She said I have made progress. Oh yeah!
Seven, too long not to read the version
It is said that my father likes to put a summary when writing articles, which is convenient for those who don’t look at the content and brush it to the end. Let me follow it:
1. My mother was anxious about my meal because she wanted to have a textbook baby. However, the textbook will not tell her how to do if the baby is sleepy, how to defecate, how to hear the neighbor’s phone ring during the meal, or how to do if the baby has a bad appetite after illness.
2. Whenever my mother tries to please me and cater to me, she will eventually tire herself and collapse. Once she is anxious, I am under great pressure and in a vicious circle, eating becomes a war.
3. It is now popular to respect children. Please respect every time we don’t want to eat or eat less. The best way to deal with us is to ignore. You care too much and you lose.
4. Never say it’s all for our good. Sometimes you just want to control us, including our appetite. We will find every opportunity to counter it.