I’ve never met a baby that did it to the extreme that Maddy did. Not just the “I don’t want to be put down and what is this stuff?” cry, it was like it was painful to her.
That’s probably true. My daughter (not officially diagnosed, but a micropreemie who sees several therapists who go,“eh, might have a touch of sensory integration issues, let’s just get on with life.”) was much the same way. I just don’t want to scare the newbie moms that a crying infant on grass is something to panic about, because it’s perfectly normal. The duration and level of anxiety is what’s telling - a “normal” kid can be distracted out of it and will stop crying after a few sessions on the front lawn.
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Elza B**, something occurred to me this morning as I was waking up: the most important warning sign for any medical or developmental potential problem is Mom’s warning bells. If they’re ringing, absolutely go get him checked out. Nothing the pediatrician says or the books say or that I or any other person on the internet says is as relevant or as important as what you feel. I get the sense from this thread that you feel something might not be right. That’s really what you should base your decision on. Trust yourself. You know him best, and you have all those little unconscious reasons and clues that you can’t write about because they’re unconscious.
A while back on the board, we had a Doper whose baby was peeing a lot. Most of us said, “eh, don’t worry about it! As long as he’s filling at least 8 diapers a day and the urine is light colored, he’s fine! Maybe your diapers are sucky or you’re overattentive and changing him more often than he needs to be. Aren’t new parents cute?” Luckily, she ignored us and took him to the ER. Turned out he had a fairly rare form of diabetes involving his kidneys, and without medical intervention would have died in a matter of hours. (He’s fine now, thank goodness!) She asked for advice, and really did take it into account, but it still didn’t add up for her. She **felt **something was wrong, more than knew it. She followed her gut, against our *and *her personal doctor’s advice, and saved her child’s life.
Remember when you first had him and posted a “what do I do with him now?” thread? We told you just to calm down and trust your gut and you’d be fine. Still applies. If your gut says get him checked out, then get him checked out. Worse that’ll happen is you’ll be paying for the piece of mind of knowing he’s okay. Best, you’ll get a very early start and head off speech and feeding issues.
Neither of mine did. Grass was fine.
Now my son was, as I said, really picky from about ten-twelve months to about two about clothing seams - particularly socks, but seams in general. We had outfits he wore for five minutes and then we never put on him again. But grass - grass was never a big deal.
Yeah - that’s mainly why I want to get him checked out - for my peace of mind. I honestly don’t think this is indicative of a larger condition - he talks (and mimics) at an above-average pace, he’s always been on time of ahead physically, and he shows absolutely no symptoms for something like autism or a sensory disorder (Lady Venom, he doesn’t exhibit anything else that points to a sensory issue - thank you, though). I’m thinking this is either related to his reflux (which has only started improving in the last three weeks), or it’s something like an immature gag reflex. But it would make me feel better to have it checked out.
It’s going to take us a few weeks to get in with a therapist, so if he starts eating ‘real’ food between now and then, we’ll make fun of ourselves and cancel the appointment. But this way, we can at least have peace of mind.
Your kid is *probably * in a very normal range - not even a year old. Many cultures don’t start to wean kids off of breast milk until about that time. But it doesn’t hurt to get things checked out for the peace of mind and just in case it’s that 1 in a thousand issues.
I said I would come back and make fun of myself if he started eating.
Nah-nah-nah-nah! 
I’m a dumbass! 
He ate a BUNCH of ravioli tonight, cut up into small pieces. No gagging, and he only spit out a few pieces. So it looks like he may actually be ready to eat grown-up food now.
I guess it just takes panicking a bit and making an evaluation appointment before he laughs and says “Dude, Mom, I was just kidding! I’ll eat it!”.
Congrats - he will do this a zillion more times. I’m glad it wasn’t anything to worry about.
Yay! Congratulations!
I’m so glad everything worked out.
Hey, cool!
In The Nephew’s case, all it took was an offering of “the right food” (he rejected ham, which had been his mom’s and maternal uncle’s first solid food, but took to omelettes… which was one of the first for the paternal side). Sounds like it was the same for your kid 
Oh, yes.
I always tell my pediatrician she has the best fever cure in town - her waiting room chairs. Never fails: sick kid, make an appointment, bundle 'em up against the cold, drag 'em across town, pay for parking, and they’re miraculously cured between the time we open her outer door and the time she’s ready for us to come on in.
It’s really amazing how quickly they change their minds, though, isn’t it? WhyBaby went from totally refusing anything other than milk to eating a 1/2 cup of mashed avacado in one bizarro-world sitting. It was like someone turned on a switch - 6 months she’d been refusing solids I offered 3 times a day, and then that afternoon she decided she was ready!
It’s insane. I’ve just decided that being a parent is like playing craps with weighted dice.
Now the fun begins - I’ve given my sitter permission to offer him what she feeds the big kids (cut up for him, obviously - she’s tried, too, and hasn’t had much success with anything other than oatmeal or applesauce), and to supplement with baby food, and we’ll work on offering everything we eat (that he can have) at home.
It’s a huge relief. I picked him up out of his high chair last night and danced around the living room with him .
Just wait until he’s four, and ham is is favorite food ever and he eats it four meals a day and you find a great sale on ham and stock up, freeze some even, and he’ll choose that day to declare that he hates ham and he’s never, ever liked it.
I’ll bet it is a relief.
Glad he’s eating now.
Ha! My husband pulls that.
Thanks for indulging an over-anxious first time mom, everyone. With luck, he’ll eat more table food every day.
Heh, I came back to this thread to let you know that my little guy started eating, well, gumming to death, solids. (Still no teeth, I can feel them under the gums, but they haven’t come out yet) and happily eating cheerios.
Good news all around Elza.