Had a panic attack today about the virgin gut.
Lily has a virgin gut. She's 5 3/4 months old and solids, frankly, terrify me. She was a preemie and I'm so proud of us - no bottles, no formula.
Today my mom was making chocolate cake for dessert and my step dad and I were sitting outside and he told me "I opened the frosting and gave her some on my finger and she loved it". I panicked. I didn't want to flip and yell but I wanted to flip and yell.
How dare he?!?! My baby! Her perfect gut! So I cried. A lot. I think I got out "she hasn't had anything but breastmilk. I wanted to feed her solids first. It was going to be avacado". Cry*tear*bawl. My mom walked out and was like "WTH is going on?" He told her and she goes "no you didn't." I thought she was going to punch him. Then he goes "I've been sitting here telling her I didn't but she's crying too hard to hear me".
So he was joking. WORST.JOKE.EVER. I made my mom show me the frosting cup. It was still full with no marks in it like had swiped a finger in there.
He knows now to NEVER joke about it. Poor guy. He really thought he was being funny. He didnt realize how seriosuly I take this!