Well, the good news is that in 3 months, Dylan has gained over 2 pounds. The bad news is that we are averaging about 9 jars of baby food a day now.
Ever since Dylan's endoscopy results revealed the likelihood of Celiac Disease, we have stopped all things gluten. It wasn't exactly a difficult transition, considering the fact that Dylan eats primarily baby food. (It was the cross contaminated oats and multi-grains I was using to thicken his baby food that did him in, I think). He is not, shall we say, a fan of anything containing the possibility of a lump. And putting small pieces of food on his tray? Yes, that results in more food for the dogs as all things go flying as soon as they are within reach.
I have tried using a food processor with healthy gluten-free meals that Dave and I have eaten, I have tried to blend gluten-free pasta, potatoes, eggs, etc. As soon as he sees something odd on his spoon, he proceeds to swat it out of my hand. He will smack his head against the back of his seat and will yell out in frustration. After trying this for weeks and weeks and weeks, I'm beginning to think that this may not be our best route.
My new and improved plan is to thicken some of his baby food meals with mashed potatoes. I mean, really really mashed. As in, barely any lumps at all. That way, I figured, by adding butter and cheese we would be filling him up (fewer jars of baby food), while also getting him used to a semi-different texture.
Yeah. Not so much.
He pulls the same business with me, but will accept the food from Dave. It's the strangest thing! Dave can feed him these heaping messy bites of mashed potatoes and baby food without a hitch. As soon as I try with my small, neat, equal amounts of half baby food, half potato, Dylan will yell, turn his face away, swat the spoon out of my hand and throw his head back.
His pediatrician is not concerned with the fact that he is still eating mostly baby food. She said that it is going to take time, but that I should still attempt my mashed potato idea as well as put finger foods on his tray at every meal.
So, that's what I'll do. But in the meantime, sheesh. I'm going to have to start wearing a shield or something...