The 24 Hour Burrito

Before I start this post, I will warn you that some of you may read this and think that I am a terrible, horrible, no-good mother that tortures my children. I refer to myself as a parent that doesn't let in to a will full child. :)

Jocelyn is my picky eater. I think I have posted about this before. She is also my child that suffers (or I guess suffered) with extremely low blood sugar resulting in hospitalizations. So, she HAS to eat.

Last night for dinner, we had burritos at a fairly early time of 5pm. Loaded with yummy beans, home-made mexican rice, and all of the usual tasty toppings. Jocelyn ate 1/4 of hers. So, after way to much arguing about it, we told her that if she doesn't eat it, she will have it for breakfast in the morning. She was fine with that.

So this morning, we warmed it up for her. She might have had 2 nibbles, but it went otherwise untouched. I figured she had to be starving since really she hadn't eaten since yesterday afternoon. We explained to her that we were going to church and after church we needed to run some errands and would probably hit up Burger King but that if she didn't finish her burrito before church, we would bring it with us and she would eat that instead. She was fine with that.

After church, I warmed it up again (by this time, it is super soggy!) and took it in the car with us. She wouldn't touch it claiming that it was disgusting! (Well, yeah, actually by now it was, but that was not the point.)
Genevieve enjoyed her Burger and Fries while Jocelyn watched her silently.
That was actually really sad.

We get home and have to give her a nap. By this time, I am starting to get a little worried about her blood sugar. I offer another time before she goes to bed telling her that when she wakes up, that's what she'll have if she doesn't eat it now. Nope. She's not going to do it.

After her nap, we start decorating our Christmas tree and realize she isn't helping at all, but rather laying sluggishly on the couch. I decide that the girl probably needs some food. And I am not about to give her anything but the darn burrito. Because really, if you come this far, why give up now, right?!

I pricked her finger to check her blood sugar. Obviously, it's low, but not dangerously low. That is reassuring. The prick made her cry though, so I held her and explained how if she didn't eat her burrito, she would get really sick and have to go to the hospital, etc. I offered to feed it to her while I held her and she agreed. Did you hear that? SHE AGREED!

And she ate it. Every last bit of it. And she hated every bite! It may have taken her 24 hours, but she ate her dinner!
And that folks is how NOT to give in to the will full child.