Every person is different and we all have different likes, dislikes, tastes, moods and everything so something that works for one baby and parent might not work for another. You do essentially wing it until you find out what they are like and they develop their personalities, though their likes and dislikes change like the damn wind.As I mentioned before I’m sort of dabbling in some aspects of BLW. I’ve been trying to give her bits and pieces of food that she can feed to herself. Otherwise I’ve mostly been giving her spoonfed meals. She had a homemade vegetable purée/mash thing tonight and loved it. I read your wifey’s blog and it’s very informative. I’ve taken a few notes for sure.
I find it crazy that no matter how much you read, or get told about how to parent for the most part you’re basically winging it. You can’t teach someone to ride a bike just by explaining it to them and I think it really is the same with bringing up a kid. I was totally unprepared and I’m the sort of person who likes to be very organised. I basically ticked off a list in my head of everything she would need. I thought while I was pregnant that while I was totally terrified that I had this. I could do it. And I can and have but damn is it hard. All the encouragement to breastfeed for example - no one ever really tells you how hard it is. And that your supply is literally liquid gold. Every ounce you produce is worth a fortune in your eyes. Might be TMI for some of the male/childless forum members but I don’t want to be small minded and assume I can’t talk about that sort of thing.
All I can say is that what you get back from them makes it all worth it. The love, that smile they give you when you walk into a room. Or just any smile. They poop all over themselves and then bam! They make some new sound or do something new, or even just give you that look of love and then you’re like “Damnit. I just can’t be annoyed with you.” She’s the greastest thing that’s ever happened to me. Don’t tell Scott I said that.
Though I’m sure he’d probably say the same thing.
My wife found breast feeding hard as you could never tell how much they were getting unless you pumped it all into bottles and measured it and then checked how much was gone at the end. When she was exhausted and sore and doing it in the night and there was literally no way I could help besides prop her up with pillows and grab muslin's she really struggled. We ended up doing it as long as she could take it then changing to formula and me being able to help was a great relief to her, I did all the night feeds/changes and dealing with them when they woke randomly after that for both of mine.