My Little Blessing

Chapter 43: You can do it

For the nine months I've had Noah, I've got to say that a six month old is probably my favourite phase right now. It was such an exciting time, Noah was learning how to crawl, how to say his first words, how to properly sit and it was a moment in his life where everything started happening which made him more active and cute. My least favourite phase is the one he's in right now, as bad as it sounds he's already becoming exhausting.

Not in a bad way where it makes me rethink my decision on keeping him. Hell no. I would never ever in my entire life regret having him. He's just at an age where I'm learning new things about him and the process for me to understand what he means and wants is when I feel like making Josh take over so I can go take a nap.

It took me more than a freaking hour to make my son a lunch that he actually enjoys. Turns out Noah is going to be a picky eater, I don't know when he realised he didn't like these types of food but I almost ended up giving him a bottle of milk so he'd stop crying and eat. Apparently he doesn't like eating avocados, he absolutely hates them. That also goes for bananas, peas, kiwi and baby porridge. Practically everything Amy and I pre-prepared for him.

I ended up just giving him a strawberry yoghurt since it's the only thing that's going down his throat. I'm watching him eat by himself whilst also making a list of other possible foods to give him.

He's almost ten months old so he'll start eating food we usually have at the table, however we still need to make some of his meals to make sure he actually eats. I learned something about a baby's diet on a mom's blog and I found it quite handy, "Food before one is fun" it just means that baby's will play with their food instead of focusing of actually eating, it's my job as a mother to let him experience different types of food and see what he likes and what he doesn't but also make sure he's well fed.

Reading that I thought it'd be fun to see Noah try different things and see what he doesn't like. It'd get to learn more things about my son and make fun of his quirky taste. I regret thinking this would be fun. The hour I spent fixing his food only to have him cry and throw a fit was exhausting, I don't think I ever want to go through that again.

He catches my attention when he let's out a soft whine, shifting my eyes towards him I see him holding out the cup of yoghurt in one hand while the other holds the spoon. "All done?" I question as I reach for a wet cloth, "You finished?" I make my way towards him and take the cup and spoon from him. "There's still a little left" I scrape the bit remaining and hold the spoon towards him, he opens his mouth and eats it. "Good boy" I praise, cleaning his face free from the yoghurt he splattered all across his face, I make sure to get it all off.

Once he's clean I take his bib off and place everything on the kitchen counter before picking up Noah and putting him in his play pen so he can play with his toys and let me eat my lunch and do my work. Grabbing my plate I go sit back down in front of my work, I'm currently working on maths and I really feel like throwing my book out the window due to it not only giving me a major headache but wasting my freaking time. I press play on my computer and try and understand the video of how to do a specific equation. YouTube helps a lot, there's a video for everything, I wish I would've known this ages ago. I take bites of my sandwich and write down essential notes that I'll need to remember.