I go back to school in 10 days.
Oh my goodness, that is soon! It's so sad.
Especially because my darling son decided not to take a bottle from anyone he is not directly related to. (Sol and I, Maya and my mom are all successful bottle givers.)
Victoria has been diligently trying to give Finley a bottle for at least a week. Normally, he'll eat happily for about 30 seconds and then realize that his life is out order and proceed to have a meltdown. It's really bad.
Our smart friend Brytt recommended feeding him in his swing... and it worked!
I think it also helped that Belle and Copper were there to provide moral support.
Hopefully this will make his first days without me happier... no one likes a baby on a hunger strike.
You can see his little splint in the picture--he's doesn't seem to mind it. We're slowly breaking it in so it doesn't give him any blisters. I am not quite sure what part of the splint was going to be flames--there is a one inch section that turned out blue. I guess I should have gotten a cool pattern after all.