To Eat or Not to Eat

Thursday was a hard day. The child refused to eat anything and kept asking for cheese or crackers. He would rub his chest with tears in his eyes and say, "Peese?" It started with the refusal of breakfast. At lunchtime there was another refusal of food. Complete this time with no attempt to put things in the mouth. He would just look at me with an injured expression and gently push the plate back towards me. I think he knows what he's doing. It was all I could do from getting up to give him a million crackers so he wouldn't starve. My heart was aching for him by dinnertime.

At dinnertime we had family in town so we went to Hideaway Pizza. Normally our boy hates anything to do with tomatoes so we were hoping for the best. The dinner started poorly. The boy sobbed when we placed olives and boiled egg in front on him from our salads. He almost put an olive in his mouth and then simply broke down and sobbed into daddy's arms. It was the saddest thing. I was hoping everyone would eat quickly so we could go home.

Then, his child sized cheese pizza came. I guess he figured he would ignore the tomato because he ate 3 pieces. What a relief.

We all went home exhausted and I felt a bit better about life. He ate a bite of potato yesterday in exchange for a whole wheat roll so maybe he'll eat other things yet. I'm hopeful, but have a feeling this is going to be a long rode ahead of us.