Autism can make for a lot of difficult times, so I like to celebrate every accomplishment. It can take a long time to get there! It’s been a few of those difficult days again, but C has been eating fairly well for the past two weeks. A few weeks ago, I successfully weaned him off his reflux medication. I lost count of how many times we’ve tried to do that in nearly two years. We did it! Today, I decided to try going without his gastric emptying medication.
Baby Jo might eat us out of house and home, you guys.
She wants to eat as soon as she wakes up in the morning. She wants a snack a couple of hours later. She’s hungry again at lunchtime. Then she wants another snack after her nap. Even after all of that food, she still is hungry for dinner every night.
Our next big push, after seeing the Feeding Clinic Psychologist on Tuesday, is to get C to sit at the table to eat. The last goal was to get him sitting to eat in general, and we managed to get him sitting at the couch for all meals and snacks. I thought this would be a steep hill to climb because he hasn’t sat at the table for meals since this past spring. C surprised me once again, though!
This is the look she’s been giving us every time we eat. “Alright, Mama, gimme some food or the giraffe gets it!”
But she wasn’t too fond of her first taste of the rice cereal! As long as she doesn’t have any negative reactions to her rice cereal this week, then I’ll be mixing a little pureed fruit or vegetable in there to help with the flavor.
Now, that’s my boy. That mischievous, adventurous, joyful spark has returned to his eyes. Today was quite a positive day. After receiving two 4-ounce tube feedings yesterday, he woke up with a little more energy. He ate his usual graham cracker, but also ate a cup of peaches! We were happily surprised. That was a precursor for how the day would go.
Many of you know that C has never had much interest in eating. He’s almost always been in the 5th percentile for weight, and I’ve often stressed over getting him to eat enough food during the day. Even as a baby, he wasn’t all that interested in his bottles and would often eat just an ounce or two at a time. I didn’t start to get real concerned about things until the past year or so, and the stress just intensified for me with each passing month.