Today was Day 1 back at the babysitter since Thurday’s fiasco. Baby girl was sound asleep when I dropped her off. She looked so angelic and I hoped that she wouldn’t be too upset as my babysitter offered her a bottle.
To prepare for this day, I started giving her a bottle again on Friday. We learned that she only liked the bottle very hot. Makes sense. I would assume that breastmilk is the same as our body temperature. At first, it was sorrowful. How do you not give your child what they want? She kept turning towards me wanting me to nurse her. For me, it was so natural to feed her but yet, I had to make a decision since I was going back to work. Would I like to stay home longer? Yes. Is that an option for me right now? No. So this is what I had to do.
We had a successful day. She actually had 2 four oz. bottles in addition to two jars of food. I was proud. I missed her during the day. My heart missed her and my body missed her. I missed all 3 of my girls and was happy when 3:11 pm arrived!
