The Texture Of Things

Language Barriers, part one

April 22nd, 2007

When I decided to start this blog, I did it because I had failed at finding any information on ye olde internet that was helping me help the tot with her texture issues. I can google* with the best of them, yet I couldn’t figure out 1) what was wrong, if anything or 2) where to go to get help or at least a fair evaluation of our situation. Mostly, this was a problem of language**.

So, language. Hey! I speak language! Here’s some now! But first! Some background! (And exclamation points!)

When the tot was 4.5 months old, she showed all the textbook signs of readiness to start solid foods. She mouthed along with adults who were eating, her tongue reflexes were relaxing, she wanted to see what we were eating, etc. I asked the ped if I could show her some cereal. He said, “No. Since she’s a preemie, we’d like you to wait until she’s at least 6 months old.”

Tired-Amy was bummed, but waited. Hey, guess what happened? By the time the tot hit 6 months old, she was no longer interested. We missed her window of greatest interest.

When the tot was 9 months old, she wasn’t much into food or putting much of anything into her mouth. She was still on pretty thin cereal and level one baby foods. Then we started the roller coaster of severe anemia. This roller coaster included punishing twists called “iron supplement twice a day.” Yay. Also? The greatest way to wreck any food for your child is adding iron supplement to it. I’m convinced the tot will never eat apple sauce again.

When the tot was 12 months old, the pediatrician literally waved me off with his hand when I told him I was concerned that the tot was really resistant to thick foods, mixed texture foods, strong tastes. Not just resistant but panicky in some cases. I mean, hey. I didn’t think a kid was supposed to projectile vomit when taking cold medication or, say, getting a chunk in the pureed peas or when trying a meat flavored baby food. (Oh god, just the thought of Gerber chicken dinner… It was like she wanted to try it, but her only available reaction ever was to vomit. Not just gag – vomit up every last scrap of anything anywhere in her body***. It was messy. I own a lot of dishtowels now.)

Ditto the 15-month well-baby check up and the 18-month well-baby check up. At 18 months, she was still on absolutely smooth purees, no real table foods, no meat of any kind, no chunks in her yogurt, etc. Also, she wouldn’t feed herself. I was still spoonfeeding her. The difference was that at these visits I really tried to make my case for getting some advice or help. They offered nothing but an assurance that I was investing too much in it and that she was a normal toddler. I even told them about how she didn’t like to touch anything, how she freaked out over spills, how she didn’t like to be outside, how she never wanted anything wet on any part of her. (Hence no self-feeding – too messy.)

To Be Continued…

*I know I’m alone here, but I hate that it’s become a verb. Thanks for letting me vent.

**In a nutshell, I think we’re a culture of over-informed people. When we take that information to the ped’s office, we get patted and patronized and sent home because probably our kid is exactly normal. They are tired of it and overwhelmed with it, so when we show up with an actual problem, we are escorted out the door purely out of habit.

***Who can blame her, I guess. It did smell like cat food.

1 Comment »

  1. KLee says

    I really hate medical “professionals” who wave off parental concerns. I know that they’re probably tired of Dr. Google, but doesn’t the fact that the parent was worried enough to research something usually signify that they think there’s something to be concerned about? Excepting the usual hypochondriacs, of course, but if a parent has spent a significant amount of time doing research on their own for something that concerns their child, wouldn’t you think that would be something that they’d pay attention to? Jerk offs. (Sorry. Do I sound bitter?)

    I’m with the tot on the meat flavored baby foods. I couldn’t even feed them to Offspring. It’s hard to convince the baby that, “Oooh! This looks yummy!” when Mommy is gagging from the smell.

    I’m still so glad that you got the help you needed. And that the Tot is making such excellent progress. 🙂

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