We had our first official "food therapy" appointment for our oldest son today.
We brought Tupperware containers of chopped carrots, cucumber and spinach leaves. He ate them begrudgingly, chewing each bite a hundred thousand times. But at least he ate. That small success lifted a small weight off my chest and left me feeling buoyant all day.
Finally, I thought. After more than a year of struggling, we're finally getting somewhere.
The food therapist gave us homework: five raw carrot coins and two spinach leaves, every night at dinner for the next week. So far so good.