Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Our Eating Adventure

When I was pregnant and when Everett was little, I thought we would wait as long as we could to feed him. I wasn't in a hurry to have him eat, and everyone (including my pediatrician) was saying there was no reason to have him start solids before 9 months.

But as we were getting to 5, 6, 7 months with very poor sleep--on my part, he sleeps fine, just waking 2 to 3 times a night to eat--I started thinking, "most people say feeding solids doesn't help babies sleep, but I'm willing to try anything!!"

A bit after 5 months, we let him start nibbling here and there: potatoes, sweet potatoes, banana. We didn't try to feed him every day, just when we were eating something we thought he might be interested in.


He did well at first. It was more a fun new toy than anything.

Mostly out of convenience, we didn't make avocado his first food (that honor went to potato), but that's what we had intended. And when we bought our first avocado for him, it was kind of ceremonious. And he seemed to like it.

When Gion's sister Gretchen and her husband Mark visited in early November, we bought another avocado, and during a family dinner, we were shoveling the green pulp into his mouth, not really noticing how much we were giving him, but it was quite a lot.

That night was the worst night we'd had as a new family. Everett started throwing up a few hours after eating, and he kept throwing up until there was nothing left to throw up. I fed him a full meal (of mama's milk) just so he had something to throw up. And sure enough, he threw all of it up as well. We went through a number of pjs and several sets of our sheets before we put him to to sleep in a disposable diaper in our bed so we could keep an eye on him.

Having had a few bouts of food poisoning myself, that's what it seemed like to me. Not an allergic reaction, but that something had upset the stomach, and the body wanted it out. I assumed it wasn't the avocado, and when I told Dr. Patterson about the ordeal, he didn't think it was the avocado either. He said avocado is a very non-reactive food. People are hardly ever allergic to it.

However, we still avoided feeding him for quite a while. He wasn't insisting upon eating, and we were a bit skittish.

But once again the lack of sleep became my number one concern, and I decided I wanted to try to feed him again.

On December 10th (I looked up the video to get the date) we tried a bit of rice cereal mixed with breast milk. It's what Dr. Patterson had suggested giving him in the first place. I had resisted because I didn't see any value in the food. But it is non-allergenic, and could fill him up at night (plus, I "borrowed" a bunch from my friend Janna, so I didn't have to buy it). When we fed him that night, he acted like we were trying to poison him!! Gagging and making the most ridiculous faces.

So once again, we stopped feeding him.

A couple days after Christmas, we went to a dinner party/poker night at our friends' house. We were all eating dinner, Everett was sitting next to me in the high chair. Leslie had made some squash. Thinking it would be fun for him, I gave him a finger of the food. He made the disgusted face and promptly threw up all over Trago and Leslie's high chair, his clothes, everything. That was slightly embarrassing. More because I didn't know that he'd be sick, not because he was (being parents, they've seen it all).

And we went back to not feeding him.

On January 11th, at almost 8-months-old, we were eating minestrone soup for dinner, and it occurred to me that there were elements of the soup that he might enjoy. The soup was spiced for adults and had chicken broth in it, but he was 8-months-old! We gave him zucchini, beans, carrots, and broth from the soup, and he really enjoyed it. Yay!


That's when the feeding started more seriously. I've been trying to have something for him at breakfast, usually banana. We'll usually give him something from our plates at dinner, like beans. And if I'm really on-it, he'll get something at lunch-time, like orange.

He's very independent, so he'll eat much better if he can feed himself. If he can pick it up (fortunately he's very dextrous) or if the food sticks to the spoon, and he can hold he spoon, he's a much happier camper.

His sleep pattern hasn't improved yet, but I'm hopeful. He's just been changing SO MUCH that it's hard to get a good system down. He recently stopped letting Brian comfort him at night, so that's a big and very unfortunate turn-of-events for me.

He'd been eating so well that on January 17th, more than 2 months after the first event, we decided to try avocado again. We gave him quite a bit. More than a couple little chunks--many spoonfuls. He liked it!

But a couple hours later we were watching TV downstairs and heard him coughing upstairs. Brian ran up to check on him. When he didn't come down right away, I went up and sure enough, there was milky-avocado slush all inside his crib. We went through the same thing again. Hours of him loosing the contents of his stomach, us cleaning up, feeding him more to throw up, sleeping with him in a diaper, and worrying about his health.

As soon as he started vomiting, we realized this kid was allergic to avocado, no question. If it's not a clear-cut allergy, it's at least too rich for his stomach.

It's all so ironic because we looked into giving him avocado for his first meal. As we read, we realized we should start him with something a little blander, but avocado came in as soon as possible. Brian and I both love avocado, think it's one of the most delicious foods on earth. Plus, it's super good for you--bonus!!


So it's sad to us that Everett might not be able to enjoy this glorious "fruit." But hopefully this reaction won't last forever.

This week we've had a couple difficult nights. Friday he woke at 11:30, I nursed him, he went back to sleep (if I remember correctly), but woke at 1:30 and wouldn't go back to sleep. I nursed him, rocked him, rubbed his back, eventually he went back to sleep, but it took a long time. This is quite unusual for him.

I assumed he was just rilled up from attending his friend Rosalina's first birthday that evening. The only weird thing was that he smelled like chicken soup to me. And he had no reason to smell like that.

Then last night, we dealt with a similar situation. This time, he never went back to sleep in his own crib and ended up in our bed, waking up every hour or so and crying loudly. I think that, once again, he smelled like chicken soup (I'm so congested that I couldn't tell--or maybe my illness is causing him to smell like chicken soup to me!).


I've been sick, so I'm hoping these few nights he's just been fighting something off too. I'd be sad if he was allergic to something else, like sweet potatoes or apples. I've done some research, and it seems that banana allergies often go with avocado allergies, but he's eaten quite a bit of banana with no obvious reaction. He's also eaten sweet potato on days he's been healthy and sick. Maybe orange? Apple? Hopefully none. But I'm wondering if maybe we should take him to an allergist sooner rather than later. }:

My thought right now is that I probably have a kid with a few food allergies who is also a bit of a drama queen (sad that I can't tell him to "save the drama for your mama." I am the mama!). I've seen video of other babies eating, and they are not as animated as Everett is. For him, eating is a production. And it can be a fun one or a very unpleasant one.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Remembering Olin

My father's younger brother Olin passed away over a week ago, January 12th at 3:40 am.

I've been trying to write a blog about him, and it hasn't been working. I'm not the right one to go into the details of his life in this open forum. Then I tried to write a letter to him, but it got a little too sad and personal.

So I'm keeping my thoughts and memories to myself, but I'll write this one thing:

Me and Olin on 12/12/1983

My favorite memories about Olin all include the way he interacted with my father. When they were together, they were both "on." These two guys, who could be very funny on their own, were like a comedy team when they were together. I guess that's how brothers are. I wish we could have had more of those moments.

His memorial service is on February 5th. I look forward to hearing everyone else's favorite memories of him.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Eight Month Blog

It didn't occur to me, when I was waiting to write this blog, that the 15th would fall on a Saturday this month. Meaning . . . Brian is home today! This fact is both awesome and might render this blog quite short.

But Everett just went down for a nap, so I'm going to whip up a little entry.

My little man is 8-months-old today!! And although the time has flown by, he's doing so many amazing and grown-up-type things that the 8-month label doesn't bother me. He's only 8-months-old?!? He seems like he's about to enter Kindergarten! {:


This has been an amazing month. He's so active and inquisitive.

He's still not "crawling crawling" on hands and knees, but boy can he move! He gets all over the living room, foyer, hallway, kitchen on his belly and elbows (people call this the army crawl).


One day we noticed that he was just popping up to a sitting position from crawling. No big deal! (;


But the last few days, he's been blowing our mind, pulling himself up to stand on EVERYTHING! Anything that you can imagine he could possibly pull himself up on, he can pull himself up on: toy box, crib, couch, chairs, coffee table, side tables, the cage Phil built around the furnace, the rocking chair, the doors to the living room with glass in them, his piano, the guitar, us while we're sitting, etc.


We're wondering if he'll start walking before he even "really crawls." My parents claim I basically went straight to walking. But I had a walker, and they thought it may have been the walker that taught me the "right moves."


His favorite things are the one-handed pepper grinder, table legs, and anything of ours that he's not supposed to have.

His new thing to do that he knows we find cute is to scrunch up his shoulders and squint his eyes. It's hard to get a picture of it, because it usually just looks like he's chubby.


He's still not a great sleeper. Meaning he wakes up to eat about twice in the middle of the night. Our strategy with Dr. Patterson was working well, then suddenly he changed. His cry at night is different now, less of a baby cry and more his big boy "I'm hungry and annoyed" cry. Brian can no longer comfort him to sleep. When he tries, Everett just cries more and eventually I break down and come in to feed him. Last month I was able to just feed him on one side (to try to increase his feeding in the day), but lately he'll cry after one side and insist on the next. So we're dealing and hoping the sleep comes soon. I can't believe I've only had a handful of full night's sleeps in 8 months!!

To try to get him to sleep better, I'm attempting to have him eat more. I know everyone says solids don't help a baby sleep better, but I'm willing to try!!

When we gave him rice cereal, he acted like we were trying to poison him. Bananas weren't much better. We had more success with some minestrone soup the other night, broth, mashed zucchini, white beans, and carrots. The next night we put the soup through the food processor and he sipped that concoction too. He's also done alright with squash and has warmed up to bananas.


He has all seven teeth in, four on top and three on bottom. I admit, I sort of miss my little vampire.

He's selectively waving to people. The other morning, Brian left for work and said "bye" as he closed the door behind him. I said, "bye bye daddy!" and Everett waved his hand! So sweet.


I ran out of time while writing the last blog to talk about our trip to see Everett's great grandma and grandpa Ramona and Stanley Cisneros. On December 27th, while Katie was visiting, we caravanned down to Guadalupe. It was a nice visit. We brought Ben Franklin sandwiches, and we all caught up while Ramona and Stanley played with Everett.


They were in really good spirits and sharp as tacks!


Ok, it's now 7:30. Many hours after I started writing this blog. Everett came house-hunting in Paso Robles with us today. Brian carried him in the Ergo. We saw five houses, and Everett was so good!! We're home now, playing before some friends come over for poker!

We are having so much fun with our little guy. He surprises us every day!