I am thinking about starting Michael on solids.
I am not at ease with this. I'm definitely over thinking it.
The recommendation these days is to delay solids until 6 months, but opinions differ. Our pediatrician wanted us to start at 4 months, to which I said, "I don't think he's ready." My ped protested me a little and I just flat out ignored him. I got a tiny thrill out of blatantly ignoring his advice. But truthly, Michael wasn't ready at that time. Among other signs that were missing, he couldn't sit up well enough and I believed that he should be able to sit up pretty well before shoving a spoon in his mouth.
The AAP recommends exclusive breastfeeding for 6 months. I mostly agree with them, but I have also read some of the papers that they base their recommendation on and they are actually less convincing on their own.
But probably the most sensible advice to me on this subject is: Watch your baby, not the calendar.
So I have been watching him, and I think he's ready. Actually, from watching him, I don't know that he's so much ready to "eat" solids as he is ready to familiarize himself with the concept, which I think is usually the goal of the first feedings anyhow. He's intrigued when he watches me stuff my face, I think he wants to know what that is all about.
And I've been reading a lot off of Dr. Greene's website. I can't find the article, but he recommended that for a baby's first feeding that you use a whole food and to eat some of the food in front of the baby. Let the baby feel the food. Mash it up in front of him. Let the baby understand that food is actually something and not just some mysterious mushy stuff. This advice really appealed to me and makes a lot of sense. So for Michael's first feeding I decided it would be best to try a banana.
So there are a couple of bananas ripening on my counter. Theoretically, when they get nice and ripe, Michael will get his first solid feeding. Probably Friday or Saturday from the looks of things.
He's ready, but I'm not. I see this first meal as the beginning of the end. My baby's first step towards becoming a big boy. I don't want him to grow up. I want him to be my precious, little baby forever. I loathe those bananas. I hope they stay green FOREVER, but they are already starting to spot. I do not want to do this... I could put it off. Wait a few more weeks until he is 6 months, but I don't really think that will make me feel better about it.
I love how things are right now. I love that I can feed and nourish my baby with my body. That I can hold him and cuddle him and he can be 100% happy with nothing else other than me. I love the perfect moment of watching his eyes get heavy as he drifts off on my breast and starts to comfort nurse. I wait for him to fall off. Then I hold him awhile just to take in that moment for a little longer before I put him in his crib.
I know starting solids isn't going to be an abrupt and imminent end to breastfeeding... I just don't want my baby to grow up.
ETA - Found that article: Brown vs. White Rice: A fork in the road