Around the 4-month mark is when you can start introducing solid food to a baby. It's as nerve-racking as it sounds. What do you feed a baby? I can split these fries with him? No, not exactly.
We started off with the traditional rice cereal. We kept that recipe going until I thought perhaps he was getting too tired of the same old things; formula and rice cereal.
My mom, who watches Noah while I'm at work, started feeding him foods she made. She made our food growing up so I wasn't too shocked to see her making his foods. It started off with potatoes, squash and carrots and gradually moved to adding bananas (his favorite), blueberries, strawberries and apples.
I didn't initially start off parenthood with the intent of making my son's meals. (Well, aside from breastfeeding.) In all honesty, it was something I hadn't thought too much about. However, watching my mom make his meals and realizing that Noah had yet to eat some of the jars of Gerber food found in our pantry, that someone had gifted to us, made me stop and think long and hard about it. What did I want to feed my son? What would be in his best interests? How about my own? A happy, healthy baby is the ultimate goal of any parent so what can I do to achieve that? My mom, a woman ahead of her time, made most of our meals. What she didn't make was pizza only because she didn't know how. She's a Mexican first. My father's side is Italian and even still, we don't know enough to make our own pizza. Also, I can honestly say that I have yet to eat a Happy Meal from McDonald's. My mom never went out and got them for us instead telling us, "Oh, you want a Happy Meal? I'll make it for you." And suddenly, here I am, making my son's food and I am still alive. Why didn't I put more thought into this before I decided to have a baby? Why did I think it was going to be hard? Why would it have mattered if it was going to be hard? It's my son's health and well-being. What the what?
I spent this weekend making my son chicken, squash, pears, plums, peaches and apples. All of them pureed of course and, according to the BNC, all of them yummy. I surprised myself very much this weekend not only with the fact that I was able to carve out time to do this, as well as pre-make some dinners for the week four ourselves, but also about how calm I was about it. I didn't know I had it in me to be a mother who makes her son's meals. I am that person now and while I was a little ashamed that I didn't put too much thought into this before and after my life as a parent, I'm glad that I snapped to it and did something about it. My son, who just turned 6 months old, is happy and healthy and just got all good marks from his pediatrician. And, at the risk of jinxing it, he has yet to get sick. Keeping him clean must help but there has to be some truth about your immunities being found in breastmilk. Turns out, there was a payoff to all those times I got sick as a child; they went to my son instead. Yay!
Look at this face. How could it not have been worth it?
