This is a spoon..a What? a spoon

Well, since the scare at the hospital we’ve had to give a lot of thought to little Veronica’s eating habits. Our, more precisely, our feeding habits.

If the hospital visit had NOT happened, we were prepared to begin the very exciting prospect of feeding her solid food. The doctor (prior to hospital visit) had said we could, and the Gerber rice cereal box confirmed it “Begin feeding when child can sit up with support.”

She can definitely sit up with support and has been insisting on doing so for a while.

The only hesitation now is that solid food is not as nutritionally dense as milk. So if we are trying to fatten her up, the best way is to use formula and NOT the solid food yet. Which is a shame because we’ve dying to give this solid food thing a try.

Because I’m chomping at the bit, I bought some baby spoons for when we finally DO give them the food. I thought, even if she can’t have the food she can get used to the spoons.

Chris disapproves. “I don’t think it’s the right message to let her play with these things as toys.” But I couldn’t resist.


since she arrived, V was given a pacifier on a ribbon. The ribbon has a clip to keep it within reach. Naturally, the ribbon has recieved love and attention from little V. She often holds it out to address the pacifier on the end, now that she can talk AND grab things.


It’s Shakesperean:


the answer is: there is no answer

After studying and reading like a fiend, I came up with a very carefully crafted system and schedule to starve my baby.

We just got out of the hospital where they put Veronica for “Failure to Thrive”. She was *supposed* to weigh 16 pounds by now. She actually weighed barely 10.

So, there’s nothing wrong with her that a little (read: a LOT) of extra feeding won’t cure. But I’ve kind of lost trust in all the expert now. I could feel very guilty that this happened, but I’m choosing not to. I’m just so tired of being stressed out and overwhelmed, I think I’ll stop.

We’ll see if that works