It just never occurred to me she may not take a bottle. Here we are, a month to go and she won't take a bottle. My husband is going to be a shattered man when I get home.
I photograph weddings. Other things too, but weddings are a 6-8 hour gig. I can't take my baby with me and nurse her every hour. Thank God but also Oh Fuck. I have been boobing this gal for 6 straight months, non stop. No pumping. No formula. Well, twice. The first time, perfect. The second time, traumatic. There have not been successful times at all after that. My husband has tried twice. Screams. I am honestly scared for him.
I decided we needed to break her in. Now. Today was day one. I still have a slight headache. I had him try. He lasted 2 minutes. He thinks she hates him now. I took over. He and Will left. She screamed herself to sleep. I did sing to her though, Señor Don Gato. She likes that song but it only mildly calmed her. I started to rub her head but it was difficult holding her, the bottle and rubbing her head. I eventually rubbed her head with my face. She fell asleep. She managed to drink absolutely nothing in the 15-20 minutes this lasted. This is going to be a horrendous training period.
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