So last Friday Miles decided he did not want to take a bottle anymore. He fought with vigor as Geoff attempted to feed him when I was out swimming. I then tried that afternoon. No luck. I tried a sippy cup. He was so soaked after that I can't imagine much went down the hatchet. I tried a water bottle. Nope.
If that wasn't enough he decided the same day he didn't want to eat solids. He never really showed any love for the solids. But now he was spitting back his favorite sweet potatoes at me. It was quite the sight. Carrots, no. Pear, no. Butternut squash, no. Rice cereal, definitely no.
Was I destined to be his only food source for sometime to come? Could I no longer get a break. What about that 1/2 Marathon coming up that I really want to do? So I cancelled my evening outings and decide we'd keep trying hoping for better luck. Olya gave me some wonderful home cooked pear to try. He liked it more then anything else but still wasn't eating. So after a week of this I decide to head to the store and try some oatmeal and puffs. Maybe he was a carbohydrate lover like me.
Low and behold he gulped the bottle down. Then he proceeded to inhale the oatmeal w/banana and sweet potato puffs. He couldn't get enough. What had changed? Looking back it turns out he was in a pretty bad teething session the week before so I'm sure that made eating not enjoyable. It goes to show we just need to take things as they come. Miles will have his ups and downs just like us all. I'm just glad he decided food was a good thing! Now it's time to head off to train for that 1/2 Marathon of mine...


