In the months leading up to this point, I seemed to feel I had a lot of time before starting Finn on solids. I watched friends and family begin with their babies and still felt the distance between my squishy new baby and solids. Sometimes I used the excuse, to myself and others, that I hadn’t conducted enough research and that I wanted to look into it first. So here’s what I found, and this one’s really not so complicated as to warrant the serious dragging of heels I’ve been doing.
Certainly arriving at the recommended age of six months crept up on me. In addition to age, these are some signs of developmental readiness I’ve been checking for. Can Finn hold his head upright? Is he reaching for food and showing an interest in our meals? Is he able to sit and lean forward? Can he pick up food and bring it to his mouth? When Finn began sitting up on his own it became difficult to ignore the signs and it unequivocally was time to do away with the excuses.
The truth is that as a breastfeeding mother I’ve developed an incredibly precious bond with my baby. The way he snuggles in close in anticipation. How his big blues eyes follow my face, studying it, all the while being provided with nutrients, antibodies and the fascinating cultivation of the micro-biome in his gut. Sometimes having him attached to me night and day wears on me, but there’s really no other way I could imagine parenting this child. Time has already revealed the speed with which she intends to whip me through life with this baby. I know that I will blink and the season of my nursing relationship with Finn will be over. So I’m in no hurry to rush him along.
Despite this, it is time. We dabbled with introducing a few solid food here and there, but it’s time to give into this phase entirely. Learning to swallow is an important skill for Finn as he develops the muscles needed to speak. He’s already begun making new sounds, and one of the favourites sounds a lot like “da da da da da.” He likes to really throw the volume up when he chants his Dada Song. Sometimes, but not always he accompanies his beat with a few glances at the door, as if his song can magic dada into strolling through it.
As Joel says, I’ve been privileged to feed Finn for the first six months while he patiently waited to enjoy that relationship with our baby. Now it’s his turn with some of the feeding.