A tale of two bottles
Getting Sammi to take a bottle has pretty much been a nightmare from day one.
People who have tried to give her a bottle or watched us try to give her a bottle have remarked on how insanely WIGGLY she is, how much she fights it.
I've mentioned she won't hold it, but she has to be distracted while drinking too. She must have something to play with, you can only be in her room in the dark, she has to be in a certain position etc.
At nearly 1 year I am still spending a good 3 hours a day battling a mere 16 ounces of formula into her belly.
A few days ago my girlfriend mentioned a semi-local dairy - Oberweiss. We used that exclusively for Jack, but since we moved it isn't as convenient anymore.
Sammi and I went to Joann this morning so we stopped at the dairy and bought her some whole milk.
Now. I am a rule follower. She isn't one yet. She should be drinking that blasted formula.
But I am tired of fighting this bottle battle.
Tonight I poured 7 ounces of cow milk into that bottle on the left. (The one on the right is what the bottles usually look like after 45 minutes of arguing about drinking milk.)
Within 15 minutes it was IN HER BELLY. With no fighting. No need to play with toys. No shoving it away. No spitting it out. She laid in my arms, guzzled the milk and went off to her to bed to go to sleep.
Praise the cows!
*Also, lest anyone think I am some sort of baby torturer, I have read the sleep books, I have done the check and console thing, I still hold her plenty! (I still wear her in the moby wrap too). I am old school about kids and sleep. I believe very strongly that sleep = growing brains. I believe that kids need routine and structure. (And let's be honest, *I* need routine and structure too.) I am just not "crunchy" enough to get up with her a bazillion times a night for the next 4 years. If she is sick or needs me, sure. But just for grins? Yea, no thanks. I could almost buy the pain thing, but poor Jack had very bad reflux that was untreated for 6 months and he was (and is) a very good sleeper. This "self soothing" is most definitely a personality difference. I think it might be time to introduce an attachment object, aka the "dandy" (in Jack's world)....