Eric’s second and third days at child care center were just as much of a disaster as the first time. He wouldn’t let go of his teddy or his hat (yep, a strange choice of a comforter, I know). He wouldn’t eat or even drink, not to mention sleep. Actually he would get in bed voluntarily but not to sleep - he would just lie there in a “leave me alone” pose.
Following a suggestion from the child care manager, I was taking him there for 2 days a week, he would spend there 3 - 4 hours each time. 3 weeks have passed and no change, he would scream on top of his lungs when I left him there, run after me, grab my leg, cry hysterically until I disappeared and for a good 10 minutes after. I couldn’t just leave him standing on the floor - one of the girls had to take him from me, pick him up and hold him so that I could run away. I don’t with this experience to my worst enemy.
Ever since Eric turned 12 months, I started to get this question a lot. Everybody seemed to be interested in what he is eating, from our child’s health nurse to people I accidentally bumped into after not seeing them for months.
And 9 times out of 10 the question “What is he eating?” was followed by “Is he eating what you’re eating?”. I would normally start telling them about how I cook separately for Eric and they would get this worried look on their faces. And then they would start questioning me why Eric doesn’t eat what the rest of the family eats. The message was loud and clear - it is wrong to be feeding the child special meals.
This got me thinking - am I really doing something silly here? Obviously there are many reasons to feed the baby what Rob and I eat.