In an effort to try to start believing everyone who tells me I’m a good mother, with good instincts, I took the following small steps.
I elected to get rid of our EI nutritionist. Our styles didn’t mesh, and every instinct I have says that our continued efforts to “fix” Elanor’s eating habits are a mistake. She is gaining weight…at a slower pace than I would like, but she is staying on her own little growth curve. She is not getting dehydrated. Every time we do something to “fix” her eating, it gets worse. I am going to back off, and let her do her thing. It’s working, and it’s time to stop interfering with something that’s working.
We’re keeping the high chair. As my husband says…who cares if she ever eats a speck of food or an ounce of liquid in it? She can sit with us at the table. We put the high chair together this morning before brunch and it was an awesome meal…not just because of food, but because she was at eye level, and we interacted with her a great deal. She laughed and kicked and showed us how happy she was there. That alone is worth the cost of the high chair to us. FYI, we’re getting the booster seat too, for the grandparents/travel.
I try to tell myself each day that her happy nature is a product of love. She feels loved and safe…she couldn’t be so happy otherwise. Which means I’m doing *my* part.
Being a mom is hard. But hopefully with my own baby steps, I’ll start to gain confidence.