We have tried seven different kinds of bottles. We have tried the milk warm and the milk room temperature. We have tried freshly pumped milk as well as milk that had been refrigerated and reheated. We have tried formula. Three other people have tried to get James to take a bottle. I have tried facing him towards me and facing him away. I have tried after he's eaten at the breast. I've tried before he's eaten at the breast. I've tried when he is half asleep. I've tried when he is smiling. I've tried when he is crying.
I've talked to the lactation consultants at the hospital. And I've talked to the lactation consultants back in California who helped me with Jack. And I've tried every single one of their suggestions.
Nothing has worked so far. So fuck, I am crossing my fingers and hoping the daycare ladies have some super baby mojo and can cast a spell over James to make him fall in love with the bottle.
I told his new person at the center about the problem. She was not in the utter state of panic that has consumed me recently. I am glad that the center is close enough so I can go there at lunch and nurse James. He won't starve if he doesn't take the bottle. But he won't be full and happy either.
IRONY.
But I know that's frustrating and worrisome and it sucks. Surely he will catch on eventually.
Posted by: Eva | October 15, 2007 at 11:55 AM
Poor baby - I hope things work out well.
Posted by: maggie | October 15, 2007 at 02:20 PM