Over the weekend I made a plan.
I prioritized my mountains and I decided to put personal things on the back burner for a bit. I don’t need to exercise right now. I don’t need to paint Sawyer’s pink room. I don’t need to unpack every single box in this new house. All of that can wait.
PS. How cute is that room!?!?
What I need to do is figure out Cooper’s diet. I decided that he is going to join us at the dinner table for all meals when we are home. This is a huge mountain. Trust me.
I dug out the baby booster seat and realized that a 55 pound kid doesn’t fit so well. But I was able to wedge him in.
I decided that I was going to tackle fruit first. Cooper hasn’t eaten a vegetable since he was 11 months old. His last ‘normal’ meal was Thanksgiving dinner when he was 11 months old. It’s so crazy that I remember that. He ate every single food when put on his plate. He switched the next day. A few days shy of his first birthday. Every veggie since then has been thrown, smashed, given to the dogs or thrown up. That battle is too big right now.
The only fruit Cooper will eat is strawberries. Every other fruit is met with the vengeance that veggies are given.
So, I decided to start with raspberries. If he refused and pulled all of his old antics I would do the puree trick. I really wanted to avoid pureeing. That is super mom shit. Adding fruits and veggies to chicken nugget breading is more than I can handle right now. And I tried it once before. I would spend hours making zucchini chocolate flax seed muffins only to find he wouldn’t eat them. It really was exhausting. And expensive.
The other mountain was water. For me Cooper will only drink milk. For Jamie he will have an occasional sippy of watered down juice or a Capri son. He once took a sip of Gatorade and died a tragic death. The kid rocks the dramatics. I’ll give him that.
I started Saturday morning with Crystal Lite. I bought 5 flavors. And it worked. He drank three cups of water mixed with Crystal Lite on Saturday.
And just like that I thought I cured autism. The celebration was real.
And then on Sunday he acted as if I was poisoning him. The target had moved. He refused to drink Crystal Lite. Onto plan B.
EXCESSIVE BRIBERY. I am not above it. And I would have used it a long time ago if I thought it would work. The problem was how do you bribe a child that doesn’t care about anything. Literally, there were no foods, treats, drinks, presents, toys that would work.
So I pulled out a sippy of milk (which was half water). I dangled that cup of milk like it was worth a million dollars. He was hooked. The stipulation…drink a cup of fruit punch flavored water first.
He whined. He rolled. He threw. He pushed. He did an exact impression of Brittany Spears’ 2007 meltdown.
I looked him right in the eye and told him to pull it together.
And then he calmly sat down and drank his sippy cup of water.
I seriously died laughing.
This is going to sound funny and you may not believe me but understanding bribery OR ‘first this, than that’ is a huge milestone in development.
Onto the fruit. After a very similar meltdown Cooper now eats raspberries. Just like that. The first interaction required 2 Oreo’s for 3 raspberries. #WINNING
The next meal was met with excitement for raspberries.
I wish I understood. I wish I knew the reasons why and how and when the rules were going to change again.
Next fruits will be kiwis and blueberries.
These are some huge positives for Cooper and don’t get me wrong…I am thrilled.
But in saying that the kid hasn’t pooped since Sunday.
This tells me that learning how to poop is the biggest part of the puzzle. So, before I enter that gem into google does anyone have any ideas of how to get him to do it?
He has pooped on the potty once. I had to lay on his body and force his legs apart. Before you send me a nasty email about how I am abusing my son please understand that Cooper had been in pain for hours and standing in a rigid tip toe position holding the poop in. I had to get him into a position that he could poop. Normally I hold his body in the fetal position. That time I held him on the toilet.
Once he pooped he clapped and then promptly cried for 30 minutes over the poop in the toilet. #NOTWINNING
So, ideas to get him to sit on the toilet AND RELAX? Send them my way please!