Ava is 30 weeks old
Ava is 7 months old and getting more stubborn by the day. It must be that deeply ingrained Irish temperament, which she is lucky enough to get from both her mother and her father’s paternal lines. She has started refusing to eat the vegetables I puree for her, but plowed her way through a jar of baby veggie lasagne yesterday evening (a special meal to celebrate her 7 month ‘birthday’), which led me to suspect that perhaps she had got bored of plain steamed butternut/sweet potato pureed to the same texture.
We took her to the paed for a check-up today, and she agrees that that’s probably the case, especially because Ava has been on pureed veggies for the last three months or so. From 7 months, babies can get pretty much whatever you eat in puree form, which surprises me. It seems like a week ago that *I* couldn’t eat chilli or spices because I was breast-feeding her, and now suddenly Ava can eat those things herself (though obviously not to excess).
I’m not sure how much she’ll like our Asian and Indian food (we eat a lot of vegan rice noodle dishes and dhals during the week for the health), but we’ll tone the chilli and spice down a bit, blitz it up, and see what she thinks. It will be more variety, if nothing else!
Seeing as she’s become so good at asserting her will recently (read: screaming and screeching whenever we try to do something she doesn’t want to do, including rocking her to sleep when she’s tired), I’ve decided to try – those dreaded words – sleep training. Ava sleeps very well once she’s down, but lately it’s taking us at least half an hour of rocking and shushing and pacing to get her to sleep, and then, as soon as we put her down in her cot, she wakes up and we have to start from scratch. So, from tonight, I’m going to try to get her to fall asleep by herself – putting her in her cot after her last bottle when she’s sleepy, and leaving her to it, going into the room every two – five minutes to reassure her that I’ve not abandoned her. I’ve heard the first night’s the hardest, so wish me luck.
(I was so hoping I’d got away with not having to do this stuff, but at this rate, we’ll be spending our evenings walking Ava around trying to convince her to sleep when she’s a heavier, even more willful, older baby and toddler.)
Oh, on a more positive note, Ava has two new favourite things – lavender, and ribbons. I’m thinking of getting her a big box of fabric ribbons for Christmas – it will be her best thing ever. And she has now started shrieking whenever we walk away from a bush of lavender while we’re on a walk – she could spend hours squishing the flowers in her palms and shaking the bushes and trying to shove the stalks in her mouth. See what I mean about her being willful?