23 April 2012, by Mandy Loh
It’s strange…I thought that after I quit my full-time job to be a stay-home mom, I’d be luxuriating in oodles of free time, enjoy wonderful, fun moments at home with baby, and be able to whip up all these fantastic meals for Cristan to enjoy.
What happened? Well, first of all, Cristan started crawling and cruising around (as mentioned in my previous post) which means I have to constantly keep an eye on him. Secondly, he’s got a curious case of separation anxiety. Thankfully, it’s not that he needs Mommy around and only Mommy will do. In fact, he would be quite happy being with anyone, be it grandparents, uncles/ aunties or even friends. He just cannot be left alone, but needs SOMEBODY to be next to him at all times. And, as you can imagine, it is quite a challenge when it’s just me and him at home, as I have to be in the kitchen at some point during the day to prepare our meals!
Even though I’m extremely glad that Cristan understands that the kitchen is out-of bounds and is good enough to stay outside, he wails and cries frantically if I take too long in there (which, in baby’s perspective, is anything more than a minute). And trust me, doing anything with a wailing baby as your background soundtrack definitely wears you down.
In addition, I’m amazed at how time-consuming and physically tiring it is to cook everyday! Cooking, my friends, has got to be considered bona fide exercise! I’m absolutely knackered by the end of each day. I guess it’s also because of the cleaning up that comes along afterwards. Kudos to all the mommies out there who’ve been cooking for their families their whole lives. R.E.S.P.E.C.T to the max!
Which is why I have a confession to make: purely for the sake of survival nowadays, I have caved. I started giving Cristan porridge for lunch.
I can hear BLW supporters out there moaning with disappointment at this news. “What? Spoon-feeding your baby mush now?” But hey, I console myself this way – porridge IS part of our Asian cuisine and heritage, so Cristan’s just getting well acquainted with it! And also, I do try to let him self-feed sometimes, giving him a pre-loaded spoon and helping to guide it along to his mouth.
Once, I even gave him the bowl with a bit of porridge in it to let him load the spoon himself, but regretted it almost instantly. He stuck both his hands straight into the bowl, squishing the porridge between his fingers, and the spoon became a percussion instrument which he used to bang the table and high chair! I’m not repeating that for a while!
Now I understand why grandparents love to feed babies with porridge! You just pop a bunch of ingredients into a pot and let it slowly boil into a meal. And it’s chock-full of goodness with meat, veggies and carbs all in a bowl! This approach also allows me to concentrate on preparing just one major meal a day, with the serious cooking taking place after Tim gets home and can be with Cristan.
Perhaps when Cristan becomes less sticky and can play by himself for a decent length of time, I’d be able to create fancier meals for him. Right now, this will have to do…