Listening to My Mommy Instincts

I've posted several times before about how I could never get LBB to eat a bite of food.

And then...the other day...I had an epiphany.

{Insert bright lights and angelic singing here}
The epiphany occured as I watched LBB gulp down his whole milk (he loves to drink sippys...I have to bring a sippy of water EVERYWHERE we go, even if it's a quick trip to the store.) And I've read that if your toddler is filling up on liquds to take their sippy and give it to them after they've eaten, but that didn't work either. And then it dawned on me.

He's getting so full from whole milk...why don't I switch to our milk? I mean, sure, he's supposed to be on whole milk until he turns 2, but he's only a few months short. And in my opinion, while I know the argument that whole milk is higher in fat which is good for brain development is a strong one, I'd rather have him getting healthy fat and calories from actual foods.

In fact, he eats so little that he has been the same weight since he was 12 months old or so...and he's grown at least 3 inches. That's not good math.

So. I switched him to drinking the same milk as us on Saturday.

And since then, he's eaten like a champ. He ate french toast. He ate eggs. He ate hashbrowns. He ate fishsticks. He ate chicken nuggets. He ate stir fry chicken. He ate hot dogs.

In fact, one morning, he ate a whole bowl of oatmeal, a waffle, and a sippy of milk.

Insane, huh? And that's all on top of his normal love for fruit and snacks! I'm so impressed. He's happier. More energetic (which I did not think was a possibility, but it is.) And he is so willing to try new things now!

Before bed tonight, when he would usually be begging for water or the such, he pointed to the fridge and pulled out his plate from dinner that had the last of the hashbrown, corn, and fish stick, and sat on the couch and ate it.

I'm so glad he's eating...I was starting to majorly stress over it. But now I breathe a little sigh of relief each time I hand him his plate...and I actually look forward to cooking. :) Before it was a little depressing knowing that he would just turn his sweet little nose up at anything I made. :)

But even more so, I'm just glad I listened to my gut. It's hard to do in this day and age when every doctor insists that their way is the right way, but I have to remember, that deep down, I'm his Mommy and I know what is going on with him. That's pretty empowering.