So one of our recent email conversations had to do with how Isaac is feeling and the fact that I can't really get him to keep any solid foods down. JB said I was probably feeding him too much.
One of the long-standing jokes in our marriage has to do with JB's "desire to always be right." (Or as he would say "The fact that he is always right.") John often jokes that the one time he was wrong was the time he thought he was wrong. It used to cause a lot of real arguments in our relationship as he stuck to his guns and I tried to demand his admitting failure. But after ten years of marriage and fifteen years together, we rarely argue about this anymore. I accept the fact that he is never going to admit he is wrong. And he accepts the fact that he is only lying to himself about him never being wrong.
Okay Mister Doctor Captain JB. How much should I feed our boy to prevent him losing what he has eaten?
Hmmm . . . well, go with me now into JB's mind. He can't admit that he doesn't know! I mean that is the equivalent of admitting he is wrong. It's admitting a lack of perfection. Inconceivable!
Thus his response to my question regarding how much is the right amount of food?
The key is to stop before he barfs. But make sure you give him enough. But not too much.
In my next email, I pressed him to expand on this wealth of knowledge. How many bites was that exactly? My husband's response:
It's pretty simple actually:
- Step one - feed baby the baby food
- Step two - keep feeding until full
- Step three - stop feeding one bite before he barfs
- Step four - if he barfs you fed him one bite too many
Needless to say, I laughed out loud! That's my JB for you!