You know – it’s not been too bad. I miss food. I spent the day thinking about Chinese food. And kebabs. Instead I ate five grapes and a bit of cucumber. At least I haven’t had that sick headachey feeling this time!
Yesterday I didn’t do the required 30 minutes of exercise. Today I dug out my 30 Day Shred DVD – and I feel great!
Now – confession time – smoking. As in I haven’t stopped. 🙈🙉🙊
I can eat tomorrow!!
Tag: food
Weaner
We are weaning Baby V at the moment.
He is loving his meals – whether fresh or out of a jar – and always wants more. Fruit, veg, meat, fish, whatever – he wants more.
I think this is a good thing. But I’m a bit confused…
I’m tempted to feed him until he doesn’t want any more. I think it’s a good thing to load him up so that he’s full and doesn’t wake at night. No? But, if he eats so much he won’t finish his milk. And then doesn’t take in the recommended daily 600 – 700 ml.
What do I do?
Emirates – Love/Hate
Regardless of whether I have a toddler with me or not, I find travelling a stressful experience.
It might be because of the whole checking-in process in Lagos (you know, the opening of every suitcase, rummaging through them all and then being asked ‘what of me?’).
I actually don’t think it matters where I fly to or from, until I’m on that airplane, I can’t relax.
Yesterday’s flight, however was a different story altogether. Some things made me furious, but other things made it all better. I don’t know how to feel about Emirates any more!
So – here’s what pissed me off.
My meal choices were a) Nigerian chicken stew (typical Nigerian chicken dish cooked in spicy tomato sauce, accompanied with plain local rice, sauteed local spinach with onions and fried plantain). Or b) Fried croaker fish fillet (on a bed of tomato sauce, accompanied with jollof rice with sauteed green peas and plantain cubes, garnished with fried onions).
Now if either of those meals are to your taste – that’s just great. For you. If they aren’t to your taste, well… There’s not much I can say. Personally, they’re not for me. And I don’t eat fish anyway. What’s so wrong with making one of the dishes a Nigerian dish and the other something else? This is actually the second time this has happened flying Emirates. I suppose I should have known better and booked a special meal for myself? At least I wouldn’t have had to wait three hours until after take-off for something to eat or drink. Or maybe I should just fly Business Class all the time (poor LagosDad!)?
Another thing which the airline definitely needs to look at is their children’s meals. I have flown Qatar Airways in Business Class and in Economy and although Vinay has refused to eat the food (being so fussy and all), it’s actually looked and tasted appealing. Mini burgers, French fries, etc. Actual children’s food! I could not believe it when I saw his meal yesterday. It was a big hunk of deep fried fish. With a couple of tasteless potato wedges and boiled carrots. It looked awful. I don’t know anyone who would eat that.
V was hungry and had a bite of everything – but wasn’t impressed and ate no more.
About thirty minutes after they cleared the meals, V started throwing up. All over the blankets, himself, everywhere.
He couldn’t be changed into his spare clothes as one of his bottles leaked in his bag and wet all his clothes. All I will say on that subject is that I didn’t pack that bag.
Cabin crew were aware of what had happened as I’d gone to the galley to get rid of all the blankets, etc.
After V had thrown up enough times for me to need more airsick bags, I pressed the call button.
It took forty minutes for someone to come and see what was going on. FORTY MINUTES. And I kept pressing the button so that it made the ‘ding’ sound. But still. Forty minutes. I’m not impressed.
Once I eventually got more bags, he was a bit better. He was thirsty though and everytime he had some water, he’d throw up again.
Meanwhile one of the crew had come to check on him, and took some details (how many times had he been sick, what had he eaten, medication, etc.). They contacted a medical team on the ground and I was told we had to wait until everyone else disembarked before we could see someone.
When we FINALLY landed and everyone else had gone, we went to First Class where the medics were waiting. They asked a whole bunch of questions, checked V’s temperature (normal) and told me I could go with them to the medical centre and see a doctor right away or see my own doctor.
Vinay was fine. He was chatting to the head of the flight crew and was excited about finally having landed. And I decided we’d just go home and see how he did. I really thought it was probably just air sickness.
And then he threw up again. All over the First Class seats. Haha!
I changed my mind and we went to the medical centre. The medics drove us on one of the golf buggy thingies and Vinay was so excited about the siren, the horn and the speed!
We saw a doctor who prescribed some medication to settle his stomach. He said it couldn’t be air sickness as it would have started when he was younger and earlier on in the flight and was probably just a gastro issue.
We finally got home at about 4 am. And Vinay is fine.
Thank God.
So – Emirates definitely need to rethink their meal options. Also, I know the crew are always busy on flights, but if you can repeatedly hear the call bell – go and see what the hell is going on!!
The Emirates staff were very efficient when it came to V needing medical attention. In the air and on the ground. I was impressed.
He Ate It?!
If you follow me on Twitter I’m sure you have read a whole lot of tweets from me about what a fussy eater V is.
He won’t eat food that look strange to him. He won’t eat foods that have certain textures. Sometimes he won’t eat the food he usually loves. Not uncommon for a toddler, I know.
But what irritates me is that he won’t try anything new! He may get all excited about the prospect. He’ll say his usual, ‘nummy nummy’ (yummy yummy), but when it comes down to it, he won’t eat it.
This is why I’m shocked. Shocked, I tell you.
One of his nursery topics this term is Food.
When I dropped him off one morning last week, his teacher told me that they were going to make (and eat) sandwiches that day. I said, ‘Oh that’s great! I hope he eats it!’ Already knowing that there was no way in hell he was going to eat a sandwich. Toast, yes. A sandwich? No chance.
When I picked V up after school I asked him what he did that day.
He told me he made a sandwich and that he put cucumber and tomatoes inside. I asked him if he ate it. He said, ‘Yes. Mama, nummy!’
I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t believe him. Vinay? Eat cucumbers and tomatoes? Hahahaha
The next morning I asked his teacher how the sandwich-making went and if Vinay ate his. She said it went very well and that they not only put cucumbers and tomatoes in, but also cheese. And yes, Vinay ate it.
WHAT?
How was this possible?
Since that day I’ve asked him if he wants a sandwich.
‘No mama’.
We can put cucumbers and tomatoes inside? Like in school?
‘No mama.’
Do you want to make it yourself? You can show mama how you did it?
‘No mama.’
I’m going to be tearing my hair out soon!
Improvements
My son never ceases to amaze me. I’ve said it before, I know. But I just have to say it again!
In my last post, I was moaning about all the things V wouldn’t do. He wouldn’t walk in the sand, he wouldn’t get in the pool, he wouldn’t wear a hat, he wouldn’t try new food, he wouldn’t put on his swimming shorts. You get where I’m going, right?
That was all during the first two weeks in Bali.
After that…
He tried eating new things – and ate soup and noodles again. He even said, ‘NUMMY!’ after each bite 🙂
By the end of our holiday, he was not only in his swimming shorts. He was also in arm-bands AND he wasn’t just on the steps. He was in the middle of the swimming pool, not being held and splashing about by himself! He was even jumping off the side into my arms.
And he’s started talking so much – I can’t get him to stop!
The Diary of a Lagos Mum 