So daycare day was looming and baby D.A. still didn't want to take a bottle. Everything I have read said that if you are still breastfeeding, someone else (aka DADDY) needs to get the kid to take the bottle. There are professionals who spend their time studying the boob and bottle mystery and giving out advice to help confused parents. I feel that if someone has dedicated themselves to this topic they might know a thing or two about it, right? Well, G was having difficulty getting our daughter to take the bottle so he wanted me to try it. I explained what the professionals have warned - that this can confuse the baby and send mixed messages, meaning she might like bottle better than momma! I LOVE the time I spend with my daughter breastfeeding her - it is precious and I don't want to lose that exerience just yet.
So G thinks he knows better and kind of brushes off the experts - you know, those people that study boobs! As a man you think he could appreciate that. Or is this reaction just because he is a man and an engineer and feels that there has to be a way to fix it somehow in a logical way?
Now I love this man but sometimes he makes me crazy!
Thankfully D.A. finally took the bottle (1 day before daycare...whew!) and I celebrated with a big old drink.
07 October 2008
06 October 2008
In the beginning...
So it was about one year ago that I discovered I was pregnant. I know that for a large population of women out there the realization that you are pregnant is a glorious event filled with all happiness, puppies, kittens, flowers, cupcakes and all that jazz. For me, well, I was pissed because we were way ahead of schedule!
I think I first had an inkling that I was knocked up in the middle of a bottle of red while watching 'Weeds'. I couldn't shake the idea that maybe I was pregnant even though I wasn't technically late. Perhaps it was the fact my boobs here suddenly sore or that coffee just tasted bad; I had to know for sure. So during my lunch hour the next day I headed to Walgreen's and bought a box of tests. The check out lady actually gave me a brown paper bag for my purchase - like I was buying porn. If I'm buying a prego test the porn part has already happened, right? In my haste to find out I peed on a stick in a work bathroom and waited. My reaction was not one of elation but "FUUUUUUCK!!!" Is that wrong?
To be totally honest my boyfriend G and I were actually planning on starting a family in another year so this was just a bit early. The timing, however, couldn't be worse. G was at a start-up with insane hours and stress and he had the desire to quit every day. My job was getting increasingly more stressful and we were living in a small apartment with no room for a baby. Baby was also going to be born right around G's product launch. Not ideal.
Let the freakout begin.
I think I first had an inkling that I was knocked up in the middle of a bottle of red while watching 'Weeds'. I couldn't shake the idea that maybe I was pregnant even though I wasn't technically late. Perhaps it was the fact my boobs here suddenly sore or that coffee just tasted bad; I had to know for sure. So during my lunch hour the next day I headed to Walgreen's and bought a box of tests. The check out lady actually gave me a brown paper bag for my purchase - like I was buying porn. If I'm buying a prego test the porn part has already happened, right? In my haste to find out I peed on a stick in a work bathroom and waited. My reaction was not one of elation but "FUUUUUUCK!!!" Is that wrong?
To be totally honest my boyfriend G and I were actually planning on starting a family in another year so this was just a bit early. The timing, however, couldn't be worse. G was at a start-up with insane hours and stress and he had the desire to quit every day. My job was getting increasingly more stressful and we were living in a small apartment with no room for a baby. Baby was also going to be born right around G's product launch. Not ideal.
Let the freakout begin.
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