How this woman became one of those “hovering mums”…
When my daughter Isla was 5 months old, I fed her ‘poison’ without realising it.
One day at lunchtime, I mixed baby rice cereal with breast milk and spooned the mixture into Isla’s mouth. She puckered up her face and spat it all out. I persisted and, using the old airplane trick, I managed to get a spoonful of cereal in her mouth. I was satisfied.
That afternoon, Isla woke from her nap screaming. I raced to her cot to find her lying in a puddle of vomit.
Eventually, what remained in her tummy exploded inside her nappy. She must be getting sick, I thought. I waited a few days and, when no illness developed, I fed Isla rice cereal once more. And although she didn’t seem overly pleased by the taste, she swallowed two spoonfuls. Progress.
A couple of hours later, Isla began vomiting profusely.
She continued to vomit until she brought up bile. She must be getting really sick this time, I thought as I rushed her into the car. On the way to the doctor’s, while Isla heaved and spluttered in the back seat, I wondered whether the rice cereal was to blame. But when I told the doctor about my concerns, he assured me that rice was hypoallergenic. So, I dismissed my niggling instincts and accepted his diagnosis that Isla had gastro. But the ‘gastro’ symptoms mysteriously disappeared overnight.
I was so utterly convinced that rice cereal was a safe, essential first food for babies, that I fed it to Isla again.
After all, health practitioners recommend it, generations of mothers have relied on it and, well … everyone in my Mother’s Group was feeding their babies the same thing. Of course, you can guess what happened next. Cue vomit.