Challenge Accomplished

Tonight I put my baby to bed for the last time. Tomorrow she wakes up a one year old. Everything will change, right? She will instantly sleep through the night and no longer need me. I kid. But still, she is growing up. I am both excited and sad at the same time. Before I know it, I will be having crazy and funny conversations with her like I do with Connor. The things that come out of that boy's mouth!

I don't know how it happened, but somehow formula never touched this little girl's lips. It started out with the fact that she never really took to a bottle. And then somewhere around six months, I realized it and thought it was kind of cool. Then it became a bit of a challenge to me. And I made it a whole year. Pretty dang cool if you ask me.

Its funny to have more than one kid and compare them a bit. Connor took to a bottle without any problems. And given how much I dislike pumping (serious disdain), I started giving him formula when we were out. Then there came the biting. I tried everything and couldn't get him to stop. So I stopped nursing him cold turkey. And the little stinker didn't even care. He was fine with his formula in a bottle. Of course, it was a pain in the butt for me to get to the kitchen in the middle of the night, half asleep, and make a bottle all the while he was screaming to be fed. But such is life.

Because Isla never really took to bottles, I don't have to wean her off of one. That's kind of cool. She just takes a sippy cup. That was funny to me because I had to teach Connor to use a sippy cup and he still preferred bottles for like forever.

Babies are all different, you get the picture.

I made it a year. It hasn't always been easy. It hasn't always been fun. But I sure am proud of myself for making it a year and never having to use formula. Take that tub of formula that has been sitting in my cupboard for Isla's whole year of life!