Thursday, 4 June 2009

I don't like the bottle

Yesterday night, daddy put up a struggle with me. It's been some time since I've been bottle-fed. Most of the times, mummy will latch me. This became my comfort. I rejected Daddy's bottle milk last night and for half an hour, I cried like I could tear the walls down. Mummy was out home for her night class and Daddy was so helpless that she called mummy to come home. Coincidentally, mummy left early for her lecture as she knew feeding time is war for daddy, that's mother's instinct. So when mummy received dad's call, she had just stepped out of the home's lift.

Mummy wanted to stay outside till Daddy could comfort and feed me, but my pathetic and loud cries nudged her, she rushed to my rescue. She wants me to begin drinking from bottle again, as she can't be with me 24/7. She has classes and sometimes social gatherings to attend. So Daddy, let's overcome this together. Daddy even teased that he will bring me to mummy's school and when it's feeding time.

In any case, after an hour's battle, some quick search on mother's forum, mummy tried inserting a pacifier into my mouth. I rejected it a few times until I realised it could silent me. Only then, mummy took out the pacifier and quickly change it to the bottle, and there... I drank a good 90ml milk.

It was a challenging experience that made Mummy decide to practice bottle feeding every alternate days or at least 3 days a week. It's good for all!

Breastfeed = Bonding with Mummy
Bottle feed = Bonding with Daddy

So Daddy, don't give up on me. I know it's tiring, but we will work something out. Success to our cooperation!

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