#2 has entered the stage in life in which we have introduced solid foods into her diet, and are easing her into the world of food that’s available to the world. We’re trying to expose her to a wide gamut of flavors and all the food groups, as well as testing for allergies and sensitivities and hoping that she’ll not have all of dad’s dietary weaknesses like her big sister has inherited (lactose, eggs).
As hoped, it is going as well as it did with my first child, and #2 is eating most things without that much difficulty. She’s clearly not a fan of tart and sour flavors, hopefully this will pass, but anything with a degree of tart to its flavor profile hasn’t gone over as well as some of the other things.
One critical win that we seemed to have gotten is that she doesn’t seem to be as nearly sensitive to eggs like her sister is, or her dad is. With bated breath, we’ve given her egg whites to which she’s been able to digest and not result in projectile vomit and diarrhea, but I did notice that she did get a little bit of skin issues where the egg might have touched around her mouth.
But overall though, so far so good.
You’d think though, with as many calories and solid food that she’s consuming, and increasing on a gradual basis, the need for mother’s milk would dwindle, right? Prior to solid foods, she was consuming nearly 30 ounces of breast milk a day which is roughly around 600 calories. Now that we’ve introduced solids, we’re not micromanaging her exact caloric intake, but she’s probably getting close to 400 calories a day on solids alone, independent of milk consumption.
Sure, growing babies need to eat to grow, but mythical wife and I thought that her need for milk would take a step back with those calories perhaps being replaced by actual solid food.
NOPE.
#2 is still slamming 30 oz of milk a day, and by god almighty if she doesn’t get her 30 oz of milk by the day’s end, it is absolute hell for us to pay, by virtue of repeatedly waking up and screaming bloody murder until the milk debt of the day is paid.
Like today, she’s eaten a pancake, a slice of turkey, cheddar, grapes, grilled chicken and various fruits. More than she’s eaten in previous days. As the day was winding down, the milk count on the day was closer to 15 oz than it was 30, but her temperament hadn’t really been altered, and she was in pretty good spirits throughout her awake time.
At the time I’m writing this, she’s woken up three times, and has not gone back down without another bottle. Just like that, she’s back up to 27 oz, and she’ll be ripe and ready for her 30 by the time we do our final nightcap bottle.
So basically, she’s like the IRS when she doesn’t get her 30 oz on the day. She will go to the ends of the earth to make your life hell and basically hold you and your time hostage until the milk debts are paid off.
