Well the whole family trooped off to the wesht at the weekend for a little break. Okay, the cats stayed home. They had to guard the house. It was early mornings & early nights due to us all sharing a room again. But it was lovely and relaxing for us all. Dom ate well for the most part, probably because we fitted 3 swims in in under 48 hours.
On the first night, we ate in the bar of the 12 Hotel in Bearna. Dom had slept the whole way down to Galway so we thought we’d take our chances with staying out a bit later than bedtime. Oh bedtime wasn’t the issue. We’d the first proper gag/puke incident. So, eh, there’s no photo of that. But here he is, before it happened…
They had lovely wooden sturdy highchairs there, no slumping, and no propping required. But they were also the type with no tray, which is fine because thats just like our beloved tripp trapp, and yet they weren’t anywhere near tall enough for the tables there. I’m guessing whoever ordered them for the bar (and when I say bar, they’ve an extensive and very nice food menu and it’s very family friendly – there’s lots of highchairs available) doesn’t have a small child. Fine for a small kid being spoon fed, but not great beyond that.
We decided Dom could have his first chip. *shock* *horror* Someone call Jamie Oliver, I’m poisoning the child! Once we saw they were big fat fluffy potatoey wedges with skins still on, and not some sort of overseasoned reconsituted fries we reckoned we weren’t going to be making him screech for McDonalds just yet. So he did really well, he seemed to be enjoying it, and then he went quiet. And then a bit spluttery, and a bit red. If we’d been at home I’d have been calm and cool. Understandably I didn’t want the situation to escalate, especially in a public place. I’m kinda kicking myself, because I really do think he was dealing with it. He was coughing, and that always has worked. I think it was his initial pause that freaked me out. So I stuck my little finger in to hook out the food and as I did, he threw up some of the previous milk feed, and little lump of fluffy spud. Had I not stuck my finger in, I think he would have puked anyway, and at home I would have given it another 2 or 3 seconds before I intervened.
It unnerved me a bit, because we’ve been *fingers crossed* quite lucky with Dom so far in that he isn’t a big gagger.
But little incidents like this help I guess – he might learn what he can and can’t manage size wise, and to use his 4 little teeth to chew more and I need to be alert and aware that it isn’t plain sailing. But persevere we will, it can’t turn us off the whole BLW concept because at some point puree fed babies have to progress to textured food, and finger food so all babies have to go through these physical challenges at some point.