The Catch

Gigi is two months old! Last Friday we attempted to feed her with a bottle for the first time, and it was a complete disaster... I was worried that we had waited too long, and that she wasn't going to adjust well to a bottle after being breastfed for two months (hmmm... that's 60 days times more than 6 times a day = plenty of time to become set in her ways). But for me, being able to pump and have her take breastmilk through a bottle could be essential: I might be working part-time at UNC starting in the fall. Besides, being able to go on a date night every once in a while and leave her with a friend would give us a nice break.

So imagine our surprise when we tried again tonight to have Marcos feed her with a bottle, and she took it! At first I was elated, but then I felt the catch: suddenly, in one successful bottle-feeding maneuver, I had been robbed of my exclusive rights to look down at this little face during our regular feeding exchanges. And frankly, it made me sad.


I didn't realize until tonight how protective I am of the feeding time I have with my daughter: being able to provide her with everything she needs is extremely rewarding for me as a mom. If we bottle feed her even on a daily basis it would not be more than once a day, so I know this isn't something that will overhaul my world, but I'm still having a bit of a rough adjustment.

But one good date night later I'm sure I'll be over it.