There is a decent age gap between Magoo and Wanda. I am 4.5 years more experienced as a mother, 4.5 years hotter, and 4.5 years more tired. I really thought that nearly everything would be easy peasy this time, like riding a bike. Sure, three kids meant more work but at least I'd know exactly what I was doing.
A few things did come right back to me. I remembered exactly how to ask for an epidural during labor, how to fasten a onesie, and my half of the nursing job came back pretty quickly. I didn't have to deal with the new mom learning curve this time around for things like diaper changing, what poo should look like, and how to give a bath without drowning the poor babe.
Of course every child is different so I've had to make adjustments based on Wanda's peculiarities but that's another mothering skill I've had a lot of practice with, making adjustments.
The one thing so far that's really thrown me for a loop is starting the little bub-jub on solid foods. I cannot for the life of me remember what I'm supposed to do. We started her at six months of age, so a couple of weeks ago, and honestly it's like I've never done it before. I remember the basics but the actual practice of it is sort of freaking me out.
Now that Wanda's had a taste for people food, it's all she wants. She's waving me and my mammaries out the door as she sidles up to a nice bowl of rice cereal and a good book. And I think, "Isn't she still supposed to be eating milk as her primary source of nutrients? Aren't we just dabbling in solids? Her solid waste is rather repulsive all of a sudden."
During her six-month checkup, her doctor asked if I had any questions. He's been our pediatrician for several years and we like to get together for appointments to look in people's ears and joke about how awesome it is the third time around, now that I know everything. On his way out the door from this visit, I stopped him.
"WAIT! What about solids?"
He looked at me like he thought I was kidding. "No seriously. I've completely forgotten what to do about starting solid foods."
He smiled and gave me the basic rundown on what she could eat to begin with and how long I should wait before introducing new foods. I sort of remember that stuff. The baby food manufacturers make it easier with the big NUMBER 1 written on the side of the jars.
However, this time around I was planning on making my own baby food. But when it came down to actually doing it, I decided I'd rather be safe and stick to the jars full of NUMBER 1 for the first few weeks before I go crazy with the Cuisinart making all kinds of NUMBER-WHO-KNOWS in my own kitchen. There's something comforting about those little numbers, something safe.
So now I'm feeding her two two-course meals per day and she's acting very deprived. She wants more, more and more please Sir. She's actually started gnawing on her own appendages when I cut her off but is very hesitant to take the breast. What about my appendages baby? They contain fat, protein and all kinds of good things. I think it's too much work. She wants the easy stuff, the green beans, the apples, the rice cereal, which I can at least mix with breast milk.
At the rate Wanda's consuming the stuff, growling, begging, moaning for it, I have no doubt she'll be eating steak by next month. Dr. Holmes didn't mention steak in his little tutorial. I'll have to call the nurses' line for that piece of information.