Bottle Feeding Failure

This week we tried to give Mariana her first bottle. It was less than successful. I know she's almost four months old and we waited too long to try this but I have a really good reason.

I lost my pump.

We moved during my pregnancy with Mari and I could not for the life of me remember where I put it. (On a side note, does anyone else find it incredibly frustrating that my (or your) once sharp memory has succumbed to mommy brain?) After months of looking, though not taking the time to really search for it, Matt found it in a closet inside a diaper bag.

That was a couple of weeks ago. This week I finally found time and had extra milk so I decided to pump so that Matt could give Mari a bottle and have some daddy, daughter bonding time. It didn't go so well. She wanted nothing to do with the bottle and kept screaming at him and pushing it away. She may have gotten 1/4 ounce. So much for bonding. So much for my dreams of ever getting to leave her for any length of time. Oh well, it's our fault for not introducing the bottle sooner and solid foods are on the horizon.

In all actuality, I don't really mind that much. I enjoy nursing, I enjoy the quiet time the two of us get to have every day and every night. I enjoy being the recipient of her smiles and coos when she's full and content.

So now we know - Mari and the bottle will not be friends.