Food - Hah!

A quick note of thanks for everyone's thoughts and prayers. Your words of experience and encouragement have meant a lot to L and I and have helped us. This pregnancy has been the polar opposite of what we have experienced before, so the struggles are magnified because of the change against our expectations.

So, New Baby Medvick has a sense of humor. Unfortunately for L, it appears to be his father's and older brother's sense of humor. In short, he likes to play with L, and he does so with the only tool he seems to have: food.

L can't eat anything she likes. Or, maybe she can, we never know. New Baby likes to make something sound good - maybe even smell good and then get L to taste the food, only to turn her nauseous and unable to stand the taste, smell, or idea of that food.
New Baby has particularly honed in on things L loves; if there is a food that makes L happy, not just a food that she enjoys, but a food that from concept to digestion brings joy to L New Baby has turned it against her. Of course, I am talking chiefly of chocolate.

Chocolate holds a special place in L's heart. Dark, dark, dark chocolate, covered in cocoa powder is her ambrosia. She talks about dark chocolate the way people talk about single malt scotch. New Baby Medvick seems jealous of the attention and has adjusted L's taste buds to his own nefarious ends. Now, she can't touch the stuff and still craves it.

Once, a week or so ago, L craved some chocolate and gave in, dipping apple wedges in freshly melted chocolate - absolutley terrific, all memory of chocolate turning on her were gone. The relationship was reconciled, like a long lost friend who suddenly turns up at your door and you find yourself able to chat like the gap never existed. The next day, L tried the same thing, only to become nauseous and revolted the moment the chocolate touched her tongue. It was as if that same long lost friend turned out to be a serial killer.

I have done what I can: I have grounded New, I have had heartfelt discussions about knowing the lines that you can / can't cross when messing with his mother. All of these efforts have gone for naught. L, in fact, seems to be suffering from some strange Stockholm Syndrome in which she actually takes New Baby's side in several of these discussions. Of course once a kid has found a difference of opinion between his parents, there is no way to win.

Laurie also has completely lost her taste for creaminess / dairy products. Anything that tastes like it features butter or milk is completely unacceptable. Sugar, in anything but fruit, is also right out.

Items that taste good, of course, only taste good as long as there is not a second serving available. New Baby cannot respect roast beef in a size bg enough for 2 sandwiches - "one meal at a time, please, father".

What can L eat? Smoothies and Vegatables, Rice - maybe, and, weirdest of all: ravioli and tortellini.


* I only use "he" because I don't know New Baby's sex, not because I do.