Growing a “NON-FUSSY/NON-PICKY” eater

I have always felt that the prime duty and the biggest challenge of mothers is to make the child right. To Eat right to me means to eat the right quantity of the right food at the right time. Unless we mothers try to develop a healthy pattern of eating habit to our babies,their suffering is going to be hard and long-lasting. Here are few points I would recommend from my experience to help babies eat right and stop them from growing into a fussy/picky eater in toddler/preschooler stage. If you ask me if these are proved by any research,my answer is a plain no. These are pointers from my most beloved pediatricians,doctors among kith and kin,experienced mothers & grandmothers and my experience with my LO.(For all recipes of baby food and insights on weaning please refer here.)

To develop the right eating habit is a topic which has a never-ending story to it. Just because I am jotting down points on this topic doesn’t mean my son always eats right. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…. It is an ongoing process and failures kiss me more than victories. The motherly bond in me helped me highlight these and I hope it would help all young mothers.
CHOOSING THE RIGHT FOOD:
There are infinite helping hands when it comes to provide advice. I heard all and appreciated them, but the choice of right food was unto my pediatrician and me. The right food in my opinion should be healthy cum balanced and must definitely not be processed/ packed/ junk. I never gave up on that point and hence I had a clear path towards the right food. Since the family’s food habit did not differ much, I never had to deter from it.
RIGHT TIME & RIGHT QUANTITY:
The thumb rule for knowing the right time and quantity is “Demand on feed”. From the day he bloomed in this world to till date I go by this mantra.Beyond a certain age I slowly transited his food timings like the elders of the family. Slowly he had his chair in our dining table. This helped him discover food textures, observe our eating habits which in further made him eat on his own. As I fed on demand, I got hold of the right quantity in few days time by his expressions. (Now he says very clearly to us “enough J “). The motherly intuition and satisfactory feeling also plays a role in this.
CLIMB THE LADDER GRADUALLY:
I made the transition from breastfeeding to weaning slowly & steadily. I followed/follow three-day wait rule for each new ingredient in his food. This helped/helps me in knowing what ingredients are liked by him and suited him. It also aided him in knowing different tastes and relishing them.
NEVER GIVE UP:
From breastfeeding to weaning, I have encountered millions of failures. There were several hunger strikes, daily tantrums and even mini wars between us. Sometimes it was a phase and sometimes it was adamant/playful nature. Many a times I have ended up going crazy in making him eat. I tried with patience and tried with different tactics, varieties. Few trials even went on for a month-long hunger strike. I kept running to break it and every time my patience and perseverance has been paid so far. One of my family friends(doctor) insisted me to try on everything and gave me bumper point of advice. ” When your child refuses a food A , try it after 15 days . Never ignore that he doesn’t like. A baby should like every variety of home-made food by all means and there should be no foods in the list of “My baby hates it”. ”
MOM & ME MEALTIME:
When it comes to mealtime, I ensured not involving any gimmicks like carrying him all over/showing him TV/playing with something to make him eat/doing any circus activities. There was/is only three M’s (Mom, Me, Meal). No distraction. So I neither had to run behind him nor do any performances to make him eat. (Old habits die hard, don’t they?) I was strict about timings and quantity but I never attempted to force. As he grew I gave him the bowl and spoon and encouraged him to feed himself though it turned meal times messy.
CLEAR TIMELINE:
The process of weaning was too systematized with the help of my pediatrician and I never had any confusion on what to give and what not to give,when to give etc. There are too many schools of thoughts with respect to weaning. Each type of weaning has its own pro’s and con’s and what is best suited to our cute little world is our choice as “None knows a baby better than a mother”. I strictly followed/follow all instructions pertaining to foods to be avoided till 1 year,till 2 years. This helped me giving him a wide variety of foods in a slow manner and it ensured that he relished each ingredient. I tried to make him eat like the family at around 10 months but at the same time there are still few ingredients which I am yet to include in his menu(He is 15 months old now).

INFORMATION IS WEALTH:
Hear from billions. Listen to millions. Read thousands. Watch hundreds but one final decision because “nobody else can say what is right for your baby than you dear mommy“.This is my way of gathering information about my LO. I was/am constantly learning from people, books, websites, papers and all possible resources. When it comes to the final choice/decision I trust my intuition, knowledge and doctor’s advice and stick on to the most suited one. With the enormous growth of technology we have several sources of information served right on our table. At times we might get confused with them and the more the mother gets confused the less is the choice of the mother getting it right. Whenever I get confused , I felt like I am becoming a point of exploitation and I fall a prey to all who aim to commercialize.
NO CREATIVITY ON TABLE:
I have heard my grandmothers stating that their children(minimum of 10) never said no to any food and the fussy eater was almost terribly new to them. Eating is a habit associated primarily with quenching hunger and gaining nutrition. So I was enforced to emphasize on that. The food has to be edible,presentable and healthy. I felt making a plate appealing was more appropriate for my blog but not for my son. I wanted my son to love each dish in the way it is , in the way it tastes. My pediatrician added to this saying that I should never have the habit of including honey/sweetener/curd as a side dish for any tiffin or combining bitter food with sweet to make him eat. She repeatedly said a baby must like a piece of bitter gourd as such just as he would love to have any sweetened dish.Also a baby should start liking the original look,texture,taste of every food Hence there was no mixing/blending/decorating any food. This will definitely help to grow a “non-fussy/non-picky” eater.

The below point is the mother of all without which the story could have been just a story and not a success story. I am blessed with super informative parents and my beloved best half, a supportive and trusting family who completely invested their confidence in me when it comes to the welfare of my son, very noble doctors who are real angels on earth and above all the unique strength/bond which motherhood gave me.

For all recipes of healthy home made baby food,do’s and don’ts of weaning,month wise diet chart and insights on weaning please refer here.

My success story – Getting my child to eat right!

Last night Mrs.Megha had put up a post in MW group regarding a blogging contest. I initially thought submit an article which I had handy with me but my article was no way related to the topics there. I left it cool . My husband encouraged me and made me complete it. Thanks to Shalu and Kalyani for boosting me up 🙂

The topics were as below

For Moms

  • To have a second child: Why you did or did not do
  • My success story – Getting my child to eat right!
  • My success story- How I control the 3 T’s- Temper, Tears and Tantrums of my little one

For Dads

  • My journey as an evolved dad: Breaking stereotypes
  • Changing role of fathers: Difference between you as a father and your father

My choice was My success story – Getting my child to eat right!. People who know me would have already guessed that I would choose this because I always stress on feeding the baby right and I am foodie/food blogger at www.kitchenkathukutty.wordpress.com.

Here is my piece of article for parentune. Read and let me know your comments 🙂

“Getting my child to eat the Right quantity of Right food at the Right time.” My perception of this topic and the story is great, on-going and endless.
CHOOSING THE RIGHT FOOD:
There are infinite helping hands when it comes to provide advice. I hear and appreciate each. But the final choice of right food for my little world is unto my pediatrician and me. The right food according to me should be healthy cum balanced and must definitely not be processed/ packed/ junk. I never give up on that point and hence I my path towards the right food is always clear. Since the family’s food habit did not differ much, I never had to deter from it.
RIGHT TIME & RIGHT QUANTITY:
The thumb rule for knowing the right time and quantity is “FEED ON DEMAND”. Beyond a certain age I slowly transited his food timings like the elders of the family. Slowly he had his chair in our dining table. This helped him discover food textures, observe our eating habits which in further made him try to eat on his own. As I fed on demand, I got hold of the right quantity in few days time by his expressions. (Now he says very clearly to us “enough“). The motherly intuition and satisfactory feeling also plays a major role in this.
CLIMB THE LADDER GRADUALLY:
I made the transition from breastfeeding to weaning very slowly & steadily. I followed/follow three day wait rule for every new ingredient in his food. This helped/helps me in knowing what ingredients are liked by him and suited him. This aids him in knowing different tastes and relishing them.
NEVER GIVE UP:
The journey is not a bed of roses. There were several hunger strikes, daily tantrums and even mini wars between us. Sometimes it was a phase and sometimes it was adamant/playful nature. Many a times I have ended up going crazy in making him eat. I tried with patience and tried with different tactics, varieties. Few trials even went on for a month long hunger strike. I kept running to break it and every time my PATIENCE AND PERSEVERANCE has been paid so far.
MOM & ME MEALTIME:
When it comes to mealtime, I ensure not involving any gimmicks like carrying him all over/showing him TV/playing. There was/is only three M’s (Myself, My son, Meal). No distraction. So I neither run behind him nor do any performances to make him eat. (Old habits die hard, don’t they?) I was/am strict about timings and quantity but I never attempted to force.
The below point is the mother of all without which the story could have been just a story and not a success story. I am blessed with a supportive, informative and trusting family who completely invested their wholesome confidence in me, very noble doctors who are real angels on earth and above all the unique strength/bond which motherhood gave me.
Thanks for this opportunity Parentune and a special thanks to Megha 🙂

A lone mom’s day

Most moms these days manage their kids all alone. There is no more challenging job that raising your kids,especially from new born stage to school goer stage. I have been trying to jot down my thoughts since my son was born. But it took me an year to finally put it in words.If you are supported enough by your elders,I would call you lucky and I salute them. If you have a kid who sleeps on a routine then the below article wouldn’t be of much meaning to you.

Most moms these days manage their kids all alone. There is no more challenging job that raising your kids,especially from new born stage to school goer stage. I have been trying to jot down my thoughts since my son was born. But it took me an year to finally put it in words.If you are supported enough by your elders,I would call you lucky and I salute them. If you have a kid who sleeps on a routine then the below article wouldn’t be of much meaning to you..First I would like to define the term “lone mom” here. A mom who lives with her 24/7 working husband and her new born all alone.

Motherhood is equally blessed and at times cursed too, especially for first time moms handling baby and household all by themselves

6 a.m – The sun has risen up so early. It feels like I just closed my eyes. Though I am still feeling sleepy, I have to get all works done before little one wakes up and also see that my husband leaves on time to his office.

6.15 a.m – I am at the washroom. I am sharpening my ears before I commence brushing, because my little one would scream anytime.

6.30 a.m – Collect milk and newspaper and enter the kitchen. Thinking “What to cook?” I boiled the milk and set it aside. I started collecting the ingredients for the days cooking. Oh God! My son is making some noise. Rushing into the bedroom I am finding him with his eyelids half open, checking my arrival and then sleeping peacefully. I soak his clothes for wash and also clean the floor in a jiffy.

7 a.m – Husband wakes up and carries his routine like brushing, reading newspaper, pressing clothes. I am handing him his cup of coffee and running towards kitchen to switch off the gas.

7.30 a.m – Cooking is on a full swing and I am slowly jotting down the works for rest of the day, washing clothes, mopping, washing vessels and the remaining part of cooking.

8 a.m – Breakfast is about to be ready and my lovely son wakes and jumps out of his cradle. I am requesting my husband to have an eye on the rest of the finishing works for breakfast.

8.05 a.m – Picking him from cradle, I feed him and try to make him sleep. But he readily jumps to play.

8.10 a.m – Husband is getting ready. I am taking my little one to washroom and gave him a slight face wash and gave him a smooth press on his gums as his lower teeth sprouts.

8.20 a.m – I try to make him poop in his potty and he is making a big fuss. “Success”… He won me as he enjoyed his water games and I won by making him use the potty. My husband is asking for his breakfast. I am running from washroom with little one draped in towel and setting his play area. He is not ready to leave me. So I am rushing to get him dressed and then to kitchen.

8.30 a.m – The breakfast plate is ready for husband. He tries to take my son in control so that I can have my bath. But he is not ready for it. The only way to soothe him is to take him with me or else he will spoil my husband’s breakfast. With him I try to clear out vessels and close few other pending works for lunch.

8.45 a.m – My son’s breakfast is ready and I am ready to feed him. He is even more ready and rushing towards to get the bowl. My husband takes a leave. My son is crawling as fast as he can to reach the door. So I am here taking a longer feet and catching him.

8.50 a.m – 9.40 a.m – Initially he eats three to four spoons in his high chair. Then he calls “Heyyyyyyyyyyy” in the top of his voice to come out of it and he finally succeeds. We are exploring the entire house with the food bowl. He spills the food all over him and the floor wherever he can. With much of efforts I am completing around half the bowl and in not even a nano second he grabs the bowl and throws it. This is to communicate to me that he is done. Sleep is inviting him but he is fully drenched in food. After huge battle I make him neat and place him in the cradle.

9.50 a.m – Rocking the cradle and finding him almost asleep I try to collect my breakfast. But he screams saying I am yet to sleep. “Trin trin”. My mom is over the phone. I manage to say her that I would call back as I am in a huge task of making her grandson sleep.

10.15 a.m – He has slept. God only knows when he would get up. So I quickly rushed to have my shower. But my mom calls me again and ensures that have my breakfast. She actually wants to know about her grandson in detail. But she realizes that I am running on my toes with empty stomach since morning, she dropped the line stressing on my breakfast. I swallowed my breakfast in no time.

10.30 a.m – I am closing the remaining kitchen works, mopping and running to the cradle because he trying to wake up. Soothing him down, I decide to wash clothes first so that I can also watch him.

11.00 a.m – He is still fast asleep. I decide to have a shower. I really want to relax myself in my shower as it is scorching hot and I am tired. But I am scared if he would wake up. I sharpened my ears, prayed to all possible Gods and started my shower. I am continuously hearing his scream. Do you know? He is sleeping but this is my imagination.

11.10 a.m – Done with my shower in a hurry, I next rush to dry clothes in the terrace. Before I could reach my door, my son’s cry reached me. HE WOKE UP. Leaving all clothes as such, I am picking him and getting ready for his bath.

11.30 a.m – The prince is clean and fresh now. I am constantly thinking on untried clothes and the washroom left as such after his bath. My son is firmly attached to me and I am unable to move even for my nature’s calls. With no option left I started engaging him in play. I try to talk to my parents in between but he keeps pulling my mobile and disconnecting.

12.30 p.m – Time for my son’s lunch. I am somehow diverting him and trying to move to pick his food. But in no time he is on my kitchen carpet. I forcefully take him and place him in his swing and started mashing his food.

12.30 p.m to 1.30 p.m – The explorer mode is on and we are feeding all micro organisms on the floor. A sign of relief in me as finishes his lunch. My husband arrives for lunch and he stresses to join me with him for lunch.

1.30 p.m to 1.45 p.m – We are trying to eat with him on his walker. He makes big fuss and comes down onto the floor. His first target is grabbing his dad’s plate. Then chase and have all spilled food. In 10 minutes time, he makes me take minimum of 5 breaks from my lunch to make him clean after his nature’s calls.

2. p.m – I am done with few bits of my lunch and dropped my plate in the sink as my little one got cranky. My husband leaves for work.

2 p.m to 4 p.m – He plays, he cries for sleep, I drop him in the cradle and rock, he jumps out of cradle or he pees. The cycle continues.

4. p.m to 4.45 p.m – He sleeps. The moment he slept I rushed to dry the clothes. Thank God the sun is hot and dresses will dry in 2 hours in open terrace. I clear the kitchen and try to lie down. He jumps off the cradle and smiles at me.

5 p.m to 6 p.m – His snack time. he is on the window pane and shouting. All trespassers notice him. I carry him at least thrice to the terrace and collect all dried clothes. On the way he drops a minimum of two clothes. Climbing terrace and poor eating all through the day has made me exhausted. I place him in his play area and try to grab some drink and snack.

6 p.m to 6.30 p.m- Freshen up, pray and proceed for walking. The only time when he is slightly manageable.

6.30 p.m- His dad arrives. If this timing is missing I am dead. My son would on top of his pranks missing his dad. I arrange for all that my husband needs with my son glued to me and sit with a relief finally after handing him to his dad.

7 p.m to 8 p.m – Father and son plays. I prepare dinner. A minimum of 100 times my little one will invite me by screaming. My shuttle between kitchen and hall begins.

8. p.m to 9 p.m – I parallelly finish preparing dinner for us and also feeding him with dinner.

9 p.m to 11 p.m – I complete all pending household of the day while my husband is looking after son. He feels sleepy around 9.30 p.m. My husband tries to takes him to the bedroom. But my son arches back and cries so loud that the entire apartment hears him. We try to make him play, have a bath, prayer and all gimmicks we can, till 11 p.m and finally drop him in his cradle.

11 p.m – 12 a.m – I rock his cradle, my husband rocks his cradle, we try to make him sleep on bed/lap/floor. But he tries to jump and play. He succeeds most of the times and pulls down all items in the shelf. After huge struggle I get him to the cradle and my husband goes to sleep. Rocking for about half an hour I find him asleep.

12.30 a.m- Clearing all mess he has made all through the day, I stretch my back on the bed.

1 a.m – I am about to sleep. “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh”…. This is my son. he has an extra sense which notifies him the moment I hit the bed. I again pacify him and make him sleep

1.30 a.m – I fall asleep.

2.30 a.m- I am sleeping but I realise my son is awake and trying to get out of the cradle. I take him, make him sleep on my lap and drop him on the cot in between us

3 a.m to 5 a.m – He sleeps. I also sleep. But I keep attending to him as he tries to roll across the bed and screams in sleep

5 a.m to 6 a.m – I really sleep paying no attention to my instincts and my son as I am totally collapsed physically.

6 a.m.-Scroll up. Its dawn again.

This is the story of a very ordinary day. There comes very terrific days when either my son or myself falls sick, when my husband comes late in night, when my husband leaves out station/leaves early to office. I haven’t mentioned many parts of my day to keep in short and simple. Few include his spill over all around the house and clearing that mess, trying to keep up my blog(www.kitchenkathukutty.wordpress.com) running with one hand typing and one hand rocking the cradle,mopping the house at least 3 times a day,running behind to avoid him swallowing anything he grabs.


Anybody who reads this might find that the apt topic would be “perils of motherhood”. But a loving mom would never feel so. Though I am stressed, tired, exhausted, haunted I don’t feel this as a burden because I love my son. His smile, his intelligent pranks, his stage by stage development brings heaven to earth. Nothing/nobody in this world can make me happy and blessed like him. My child makes me proud,elited,happy,joyful and at times of course pshycic. ALL IN THE GAME. 😛

Happy parenting 🙂