Long time, no Farex
Farex has made a sloppy entry back into my life after an absence of many, many years. I can remember loving the stuff as a child and due to having a soft-hearted mother, was probably eating it long past the age when most kids would have moved on to Weetbix or Cornflakes. Alas and alack, my excitement at having a box legitimately parked in my pantry was short lived as I tasted the teaspoonful I'd prepared for Anna – yuck! There goes another dreamy childhood memory, smashed to smithereens.
Fortunately, Anna seems to love the stuff. The first day I made it with just water (being disorganised I tried it for the evening supper, so my breasts were in no mood to oblige with expressing) and Anna ate half of the teaspoon. The next two days, I've made it at lunch time with breast milk and she's scoffed the lot. And oh, what a whole new world I can see opening up in front of me – mealtimes are suddenly not going to be a quick 10 minutes on the run from the organic milk bar; and the mess! When Anna was first born I found myself with a load of bibs that I'd been given, and after a couple of days of me putting them on her because I thought that's what one did with a baby, and taking them off again almost pristine (Anna is not really big on possiting), I wondered what all the fuss was about in the bib department. Ohmigod, now I know! I don't know how it's possible, but there seemed to be more Farex smeared around Anna's mouth and dribbling down on to her bib than was made up in the first place. It must double in quantity on contact with baby saliva, a bit like yeast with air.
My plan is to give Anna Farex for one meal a day, a bit of smashed up fruit or vegies the next, and have breast feeds perhaps 4 meals a day. Oh, what luxury! I can feel my boobs sighing with relief at the idea. No more feeding every 2 hours! Anna will be 6 months old next week and so that means I have – ta da, drum roll please – achieved my goal of breast feeding for at least the first 6 months. From now on, I’m taking it month by month with NO GUILT allowed if I decide to call it a day. Anna is the wriggliest baby ever on the boob, (when she was very young I actually got the health nurse to watch me feeding because I thought she was fitting every time she ate, she squirmed so much), so breastfeeding has not been the calming, floaty bonding opportunity that the Kleenex ad's make it out to be.
Fortunately, Anna seems to love the stuff. The first day I made it with just water (being disorganised I tried it for the evening supper, so my breasts were in no mood to oblige with expressing) and Anna ate half of the teaspoon. The next two days, I've made it at lunch time with breast milk and she's scoffed the lot. And oh, what a whole new world I can see opening up in front of me – mealtimes are suddenly not going to be a quick 10 minutes on the run from the organic milk bar; and the mess! When Anna was first born I found myself with a load of bibs that I'd been given, and after a couple of days of me putting them on her because I thought that's what one did with a baby, and taking them off again almost pristine (Anna is not really big on possiting), I wondered what all the fuss was about in the bib department. Ohmigod, now I know! I don't know how it's possible, but there seemed to be more Farex smeared around Anna's mouth and dribbling down on to her bib than was made up in the first place. It must double in quantity on contact with baby saliva, a bit like yeast with air.
My plan is to give Anna Farex for one meal a day, a bit of smashed up fruit or vegies the next, and have breast feeds perhaps 4 meals a day. Oh, what luxury! I can feel my boobs sighing with relief at the idea. No more feeding every 2 hours! Anna will be 6 months old next week and so that means I have – ta da, drum roll please – achieved my goal of breast feeding for at least the first 6 months. From now on, I’m taking it month by month with NO GUILT allowed if I decide to call it a day. Anna is the wriggliest baby ever on the boob, (when she was very young I actually got the health nurse to watch me feeding because I thought she was fitting every time she ate, she squirmed so much), so breastfeeding has not been the calming, floaty bonding opportunity that the Kleenex ad's make it out to be.
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