My baby started solid foods yesterday. This picture represents the almost 18-pound child that until yesterday, was nourished and sustained by me (with a little initial help from my husband). It really is a miracle.
I had planned to wait a few more days before beginning solids, in order to maximize the milk stimulation before I head back to work on Friday. But after having her milk, she was sucking on everything in sight, including my chin, making me think she was still hungry.
I mashed a banana, as the easiest option available and she ate it with gusto, grabbing the spoon and shoving it into her mouth, sucking on the little plastic spoon with loud chomps and holding it so tightly it was a struggle to get it back to refill it.
Today she received sweet potato with breastmilk and cinnamon and ate with just as much gusto. It looks like she’ll take after River, and after me, as being someone who appreciates some good food.
At the same time she’s increasing her intake, I’m decreasing mine. I finally feel up to sticking with a diet. It’s not too severe, since I’m still breastfeeding, but the first week has gone well, so I’m hopeful more weight loss is on the horizon. I’m really looking forward to the thighs not rubbing together any more.
The toughest thing now, harder than the thought of heading back to work, is that our wonderful sleep training unraveled during the trip. I had a marvelous week solo with Willow in Iowa, in which she either slept through the night or awoke only once every night. But when we gave my friend back her magic pack and play with the dip and returned home, she’s up at least two times, often three, sometimes more, before waking up for good at 6 a.m. Last night I didn’t go to bed until midnight and she was up multiple times. It was very painful.
There isn’t much I can do when groggy and exhausted at 6 a.m. I often sit with her on the front porch. But today I decided to take a short walk. Might as well get some exercise out of it. I love the freedom that summer offers to step outside whenever we want to, to put her outside to enjoy the air, to have sunlight at 6 a.m. and well into the night.
Tomorrow is my last full day before returning to the office. I probably won’t do anything special, other than assemble the things I’ll need at the office. Because I only have to go in for four hours on Friday, and because I’ll be off for four days after that, it’s really not too bad as far as transitions go. Part of me wouldn’t mind more time off, and another part of me thinks that perhaps it could be good for me, and for Willow, to spend more time apart.