I brought out the bottle again. It wasn't really that desperate times called for desperate measures, but I wanted to cut down on how much milk I give Ivan each night to help him fall sleep because too much milk results in oversoaked diapers and wet jammies in the morning.
The problem is that the opening on the nipple/sippy cup top (or whatever) on the Born Free bottle widens rather fast. What starts off as a small pin-size hole soon becomes rather big and results in milk dripping out freely. Ivan ends up chugging his milk instead of nursing it. I can't even give him the bottle before I put him to bed because he'll drink it by the time I lay him down.
So today after he chugged down the first 6 oz and continued crying, I decided to try the bottle again. (I probably should've thrown them away by now, but for whatever sentimental reasons I've kept them.)
He was really funny. After I calmed him down (he was first pushing me and the bottle away in anger), I laid him back to bed and handed him the bottle. He immediately realized something was different and before putting the bottle in his mouth, he thoroughly examined the nipple and said "ohoohoh." I guess he remembered the bottle and was exicted that he got it again. I'm surprised. I didn't think he would remember that far back.
I know I'll probably regret this bottle re-introduction in the morning but oh well.
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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