ANXIOUS

She may be cute ... and a good sleeper ...
and an early cooer ...
and she may have already mastered the social smile,

BUT ...

she WILL NOT eat from a bottle.

and it's driving me crazy.

Actually, anxious may be a better word. This strong willed little gal won the battle today ... and I feel so defeated! After her little escapade with rejecting the bottle last weekend (even though she took it just fine on many occasions as a younger infant), I've tried the bottle here and there this week without much success. Since A was home all day, we decided to do a "dry run" today (in anticipation of what life will be like come Monday). I fed her at 6:45 a.m. and the plan was to try the bottle at her normal scheduled feedings throughout the day. And so we tried. She was perfectly content all day ... until she felt the bottle touch her mouth! Instant screaming. Really loud screaming. And then silence once the bottle went away. We tried everything ... A fed her, I fed her ... we made the milk really warm and then cold. We sang while trying to feed ... I rocked her, swayed her, stood in front of the mirror with her, propped the bottle up while she was on the changing pad ... changed bottle sizes. The 9:30 a.m. feeding came and went ... and so did the others ... our thought was she'd become hungry enough and surrender.

Nope. After NINE hours, she did not drink a single drop! And she seemed happy in between attempts. I finally caved at 4pm and nursed her. I lost.

Let's just say that this next week will be interesting!