My son has started commenting on his own body and I am terrified

My experience is that the logistics settled at about six months and everything since has been ordinary parenting, which is difficult enough on its own.

Cooking for a household while my own appetite had gone somewhere else was the practical problem nobody had prepared me for.

I would have written the same thing a year ago, word for word.

I cook one meal and eat a smaller portion of it, and I stopped making myself something separate at about month three because it was unsustainable.

The evening meal was the hard one. Everybody else hungry at six and me not hungry until nine, and it took a year to find a workable shape.

I have found that eating something at four in the afternoon means I can sit at the table at six and be present rather than negotiating.

I have made a point of never describing food as good or bad in front of them, and this circle is where I learned to notice that I had been.

What I have been careful about is not making my eating a topic at the table. My children do not need a running commentary on any of this.

Something practical: my medication lives somewhere the children cannot reach and everybody in the house knows where and why.

What I found hardest was the smell of cooking during the first two months. I was making food I could not be in the room with.