First, Kenly loves her babas. I love giving them to her. She sits still for about 5-10 minutes and lets me hold her. She plays with my hair and rubs my arm. The sound of the suction is strangely soothing....kind of like ether to my stressed mind and exhausted body. Feeding her is one of the highlights of my day.
Can Kenly drink from a cup?
Do I want Kenly to drink from a cup?
No. My rawest, most heartfelt answer is a resounding no.
Please don't misunderstand. I want Kenly to grow up. I know how absurd it would look for her to be using a bottle on her first date. I want her to thrive and learn new skills. I want her to grow up. Just not yet. Please?
I've been thinking and praying about why giving up the bottle is such an issue for me. Why do I keep buying just one more can of formula? Shouldn't I want to save money? Why do I keep putting the "cold-turkey bottle banning" off for just one more week? I've finally come to the conclusion that I'm just being selfish. Not in a horrible way, but selfish nonetheless. I don't want the door to this era of Kenly's life to slam so soon. I feel like I missed too much. I nursed Kenly for three months, and then the
I want that time back. I want to soak up her quiet hums and relish in the beauty of her porcelain skin instead of mourning something that was/is out of my control. I want a "do over."
But I know I can't have one. I have to relish the bottles I have left. I have to be the Mommy and help Kenly enter the new frontier--one free of bottles. It's my job, and I love every challenging, beautiful moment of it.
So enjoy the beauty of my