The day of Willa's first meal started like this:
The book says winter squash at 6 months. She's five and a half. Maybe we should start with sweet potatoes.
But we can't grow sweet potatoes. We have our own winter squash and wouldn't it be better to start her on something we grew?
How do we make sure the spoon is fully sanitized?
What's that spot on the sweet potato, is it rotten?
What if I got the wrong kind of water? Did the book say spring water or purified water?
How long do I have to boil the water?
Why does she have to have water again?
And, really? I need to watch her water intake because too much could make her *what* fail?
Are you sure the cup is BPA free?
Are we sure this is the right time? One study says 4 months, another says 6 months. What if she develops allergies because of this?
All these questions I hadn't thought of before started popping up and just like that, just when I thought I had things figured out, I didn't.
But, after a minor panic attack, Jacob assured me that for centuries, mothers and fathers had figured out how to feed their children and we could too.
So, I mixed stirred and breathed and then fed my baby. Smooth as sweet potato puree.
A few days and we had the food thing down pat.
With sweet potatoes at least.