We did it! Today, after much consultation and preparation, we decided to try and introduce the bottle. Nervous as heck, I sat on the computer so that the little guy wouldn’t smell me and want the real thing. I just received the play by play from the living room as Tony fed Sacha for the first time. Then I heard the word:
He’s going to town on this bottle!
Horray! Does this mean that I may actually sleep at night? That maybe Daddy could take a night and feed him so that I can get full night’s sleep? Unlikely, as the process of pumping is touch and go with me. Sometimes it’s as easy as nursing; other times I want to jam the ends of genuine Q-tips into my ears to block out the atrocious sound of the pump being on for SO LONG just to get 1 ounce. And Sacha doesn’t only eat one ounce. He’s a 3 or 4 ounce little man. Which may mean that I spend all my waking hours pumping just to get enough for one measly feeding. Bah. Humbug. Not to mention the fact that Mr Sleeping Beauty can only be awoken by...nothing. Well, I guess that’s not all true. Sometimes he wakes up when I start shoving him and yelling his name telling him to get up because he slept in and now he’s going to be late for work AGAIN. But waking up when Sacha wakes up BEFORE I wake up? Not bloody likely.
But all in all, I’m glad he took the bottle - at least that means I can get out for more than 2 hours at a time! Or possibly have a nice chocolate martini from time to time without worrying about having a drunk baby on my hands.
