He is 21 months.
I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset. I am not upset.
Well, if I am honest, I am a bit upset . I know a lot of BF mums don't think you can bond as well over a bottle, but we did. We snuggle, we sing, we chat about our day, we tell each other what parts of our face are called. And then he gets all sleepy and goes to bed.
Only the last couple of nights he has refused the bottle. I suppose I blmae myself - his 21 month old faithful Dr Browns are knackered, and not wanting to pay £1000000000 for new bottle I replaced them with wide neck Asda cheapy jobs with a similar teat. He tollerated them (just) 'till the night before last when he flatly refused to take it, so I offered the Dr Brown and he still said no. Tried again tonight - same responce.
I am now worried he is thirsty in the night. That he is hungry. That he is not getting enough protien (not a big meat or bean lover).
And, on top of the guilt (that I ruined his bedtime bottle and cuddle to save some £££) and worry (see above) there is the fact that I just have to accept he is not a baby anymore. Due to the start we had, and fear of more PND, I have always said I don't want another - but it is easy to not want another baby while you have a baby. Now I am sat here with all those original feelings of failuire coming right back again.
Please ignore me. It is just that it is One Born Every Minuite tonight and I know I am going to cry even more due to all the above.
I will maybe try him tomorrow with warm milk in a mug with straw (he wont take it in a beaker/sippycup).
:(