Happy Throwback Thursday friends! This is the day of the week that I am allowed to be lazy and post an old post from back in the EdelSpot files instead of a new one. But it’s okay! Because it’s Throwback Thursday! Todays #tbt comes to us from July 24, 2009. And for all my new friends, LOOK! Proof I’ve been this neurotic and hapless for much longer than I care to admit. Enjoy!
Last night, we tried giving Kate formula for the first time in her life. It reminded me of another experience I had several years ago with my dog Jackson.
It was a classic case of bait and switch. And it just shocked the hell out of Jack.
Last night, Kate experienced our bait and switch tactics, and she was none to pleased. Finally at rest with the idea of supplementing with formula, we decided to try her first bottle before she went to bed. Ben bathed her, read her a book, got her all snuggly in her footy pajamas and settled down in the rocker where I normally nurse her. When I handed Ben the bottle she looked a little nonplussed that she wasn’t getting the boob, but since she is a greedy little thing she lunged for the nipple and began boisterously sucking away.
You could see in her face the exact moment she got a mouthful of formula. If she had the required muscle control she would have leaped straight of Ben’s lap, grabbed the bottle and possibly bitch slapped him for putting that CRAP in her MOUTH.
I guess you could say it didn’t go well.
She jerked with shock when she first tasted the formula instead of the milk she expected. Her eyes widened, her mouth opened, she spit out everything she could and began crying. I had to leave the room. This continued for maybe three minutes while I sat on the sofa in the living room in the fetal position and rocked myself. When I couldn’t stand it any more, I went into the nursery, scooped Kate of a miserable Ben’s lap and popped her on the boob. She began to eat furiously, making grunting, snuffling noises and if she could have talked I swear it would have sounded something like, “Oh, hm, yeah, oh yeah, um, this is good, snarf, this is really good, this is what I wanted, what is that other crap, keep that other crap away from me, bullshit I say, oh, God, yum, yes, this is the ticket, hmmmmmmmm, miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiilk.”
So I’m a formula failure. In my defense, Kate had a rough day with her shots and wasn’t feeling great, so I decided that it wasn’t the time to insist on formula. She needed both food AND comfort and I knew I could give them to her. I plan on trying again today though. Jackson ended up playing a nice long game of catch with the pumpkin once he recovered from the shock of it all, and I have high hopes for Kate too.