I realised earlier that I’ve not updated on Isabel in a while. I tend to assume you all know what’s going on in my daily life, which is a ridiculous notion even if I do tweet about it a lot.
So, Izz is 6 months old. She’s been sitting unsupported for about 2 weeks, give or take. As such, she started on her first foods this week. We’re not bothering with mush and purees, and skipping straight to proper solids. Other mums may be familiar with the term “baby led weaning”… basically it’s just a posh name for something parents have been doing for a long time; feeding their babies the food they’re having. The idea being that it gets babies quickly used to differing tastes and textures, teaches them how to chew/pass food back and forth in the mouth, control their own intake, etc. I would say that it’s the lazy option, but given how much mess it causes at the minute I’m not sure if that’s true. I think this picture says it all…
Of course, this also means 6 months of exclusive breastfeeding. I won’t go on about it (too much), but I take some pride in being part of something like only 2% of UK mothers. Crazy crazy stats. It hasn’t been easy; I’ve had blocked ducts twice (ill fitting bra), narrowly avoiding mastitis the first time; thrush, thanks to mismanagement by the doctors; and the whole me-in-hospital disaster. There are two sad facts here though: 1) my problems were avoidable, perhaps with a culture more in tune with a nursing mother, and 2) UK health care providers know NOTHING about breastfeeding. How can we expect improved rates of breastfeeding (in mothers who can, and want to) if the very people who are supposed to be supporting it don’t have a clue?
I’m going on again, aren’t I?
Izz also does a cute head waving thing, like she’s saying “no”. I’ve been trying to teach her to nod “yes” instead but she doesn’t quite have the head/muscle control for it yet, so ends up bopping her head around like a little nodding doggy. She finds it hilarious… not as much as I do, though. ;)
Anyway… back to work in another 6 months. Sounds ages away, but given how quickly this first 6 months has gone, I don’t expect it to feel like a long time. Part of me misses work, part of me doesn’t want to go back. I will be going back (I can’t afford not to), but am not craving time away from the baby like I thought I might before Izz was born. I’ve gone all soft in the head in my old age!