Tonight, after we ate dinner out on the back deck for the first time this year, Mallory ate a few pieces of pear. And then a few more. And then she deigned to try the watermelon I'd put on her tray about half an hour earlier. And then she polished off the whole lot of it.You would not
think that this is a big deal, but the fact of the matter is that she really hasn't eaten a fruit or vegetable for the past 4-6 weeks. It all happened rather suddenly; she had been eating fruit with gusto (the veggies a little less so, but she was getting them down nonetheless). And then one day she just woke up and decided not to touch them, even the ones she used to love. I still serve them to her five times a day, and each time she very deliberately picks them up and drops them on the floor, or else she just smears them around a bit and then ignores them.
So for the past six or so weeks, her entire diet has consisted of carbs, carbs, and more carbs; milk; yogurt; cheese; and the occasional bite of chicken or fish. Her fruit and vegetable consumption has been limited to the stuff you find in pizza and spaghetti sauce, a few raisins here and there, and small bits of fruit I've been able to disguise in yogurt to smuggle into her.
Anyway, I have spent the past month quite certain that she is going to bung herself up and require a trip to the ER for an enema or some such, so it's quite a relief to see her eating some of the good stuff again (though I am under no illusions that she will do it again tomorrow). I will call it a victory for today - and that is good enough.
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