So, my little girl is now 6 months old and it's time for some proper food (well, if you can call pureed parsnip "proper"). I can't believe she's been around for half a year already, the time honestly has flown and it scares me that in the blink of an eye I'll be saying the same thing about her first birthday. I often think back to the night she was born...it's still very raw and emotional - in a good way I think, but I do sometimes think about what might have happened if she hadn't popped out pink and crying. I get flashbacks quite often to moments from that night, and I suppose my overriding feeling is that I'm so incredibly lucky. Not just that she was born healthy and well and didn't need any medical intervention (although that is the most important thing), but also that I'm so privileged to have shared that moment with her. No one else was there, it was just us and I do feel fortunate to have experienced that. I'd never plan a birth with no medical halp available, but there is something amazing about having done it on my own.
Anyway, back to weaning... For a few weeks now I've been cooking and pureeing fruit and veg, freezing it in ice cube trays all ready for the big day. So today we got the camera ready and offered Daisy her first food to try. She seemed to get the idea fairly quickly that it had to go to the back of her mouth instead of being pushed back out again. It seems such a big step as she is still really little and it's strange seeing her sat up in the highchair.
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