Rex’s first food: Soggy grey porridge fingers
Updated: Jun 13
As I write this, Rex is properly eyeballing my toast. This is not the first time I’ve witnessed my son watch my food’s every move in the past week. So Eamo and I decided it was time to start thinking about introducing solid food to his diet. I’m not going to lie, I’ve not researched weaning a huge amount, mainly because every time I go to, there seems to be (much like every fucking thing to do with parenting) a lot of conflicting information. Some people opt for baby-led weaning, others spoon-feed. What am I going to do? I’m going to make it up as I go along, of course 🙂.
I recently spoke to the Oracle about the whole thing and mentioned I could’t be arsed to puree a load of meals, etc (thinking about it, maybe I should add a cook to my list of baby must-haves). She suggested, as a start, to try Rex with porridge fingers. I have to say that I really like the idea of Rex experimenting with food himself. Even if that means a ridiculous mess, I really want him to find his own way with it. So yesterday morning, Eamo and I sat down to breakfast for the first time with Rex next to us in his highchair and I can’t describe how lovely it was for us all to be having a meal together.
As Eamo and I tucked into our eggs, Rex was introduced to the world with my version of porridge fingers, which looked, well, awful. Overcooked porridge takes on a kind of grey-ish, glue-type appearance so I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d launched them back at me. Luckily they tasted (marginally) better than they looked. As he gummed/chewed on the deliciously tasty offering, his facial expressions were brilliant. Excitement laced with what the frigging hell is this on a baby’s face is the best look ever!
However, in between laughing, I found myself on the edge of my seat, waiting for some to end up his mouth, terrified that he was going to choke on it. I remembered then that the Oracle had told me that a baby’s gag reflex is much further forward than ours, to stop them from doing just that. And that as hard as it might be, she told me, I needed to sit on my hands when feeding him as he would be ok. To be fair, very little ended up in his mouth. Most of it was squeezed between his fingers or in his lap, but it was sooooo hard not to fish out anything that he ended up chewing on. But I did, and he definitely got some of that glue-like banana flavoured goodness down him. HURRAH!
So the plan is to spend the next few weeks introducing different foods at different meal times for him and give him that time to try and learn how to eat independently. And I will be moving everything out of the immediate vicinity (especially my beautiful baby changing bag) as I can imagine it's going to be carnage.
For now I am opting for the baby-led weaning approach, but, and this will come as no surprise, I don’t really have a clue what I’m doing so that may well change. Whichever way we end up getting solids down him, something tells me that Rex is really going to like his food and I’m really looking forward to seeing even more of his personality come out when we learn what he does and doesn’t like. Here’s hoping he isn’t as bloody fussy as his old man 😉 .