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How we helped her eat again

A post from earlier this year Louise wasn’t much for sitting down and eating. In fact, she didn’t want to eat at all. Louise spent her lunches following us to her seat, sitting, looking at her food, being fed a bite or two, protesting that she didn’t want more, and then getting back up. Anytime we offered her something, she would take a bite or two, and then push the plate away. Feeding Louise didn’t help, either. Her daughter was distraught. “She doesn’t seem to want to eat anything,” she said, sadly. “The only meal she ever really liked was breakfast,” Louise’s daughter shrugged. This gave me an idea. Louise was on a pureed foods diet, which meant that we needed to make her food very soft, kind of like pudding, to make it safe for her to eat. I asked our kitchen to send down some scrambled eggs for lunch. The eggs arrived, and we sat Louise down at her table. Normally, she’d look at her food, try a bite (or be fed a bite) and say, “no more!” I put the fork in and brought some scrambled eggs to Louise’s lips. She took a bite, thought for a moment, and then took the fork from me. I let it go and she began feeding herself with ease. “This is good,” she said, smiling up at me. “I like this a lot.” The kitchen began sending breakfast foods down for every meal. Scrambled eggs, pureed french toast, and pureed pancakes were all on the menu. Suddenly, Louise was sitting and eating—and enjoying.

"I didn't eat breakfast!"

Maddie paced up and down the hallway, looking unusually distraught. Normally, Maddie was in a fantastic mood and always engaged in activities. Today, however, Maddie was upset about something. She flagged me down and said, “Hon, I didn’t get any breakfast!”  Normally, I would be alarmed, and go get her a plate, but I had watched her eat all of her breakfast just an hour earlier. We were already completely done with breakfast, and I had nothing left to give her.  “Hm,” I said. “…are you sure you didn’t eat breakfast?” I asked, not wanting to argue, but rather to double-check how she felt. “Do you feel hungry?” I asked. “Well, no,” she said. “But I know my body needs something to eat,” Maddie explained, agitated. This was a tough situation. I couldn’t argue with Maddie, but I didn’t want to give her a whole meal and make it so she wouldn’t eat lunch. That, and I didn’t want to throw off her sugar–Maddie is diabetic. Instead, I brought her a pack of pretzels to snack on. This, though, just made her more frustrated.  “This isn’t good enough!” she cried. “When is lunch!” Instead of standing in the hallway arguing with her, I did my best to provide her with a snack, tell her when our next meal was, and apologize that she hadn’t gotten breakfast. “I’m sorry, things must be a mess in the kitchen today,” I said. “I’ll personally make sure you get a great lunch.” Sometimes, the best solution is to apologize, come up with a reason why something bad happened, and then find a solution. Even if YOU know she ate breakfast, it isn’t your job to convince her.

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