Eliza is a passionate little soul who hates change. (I wonder where she got
that from...)
I'll spare you the dramatic details, but long story short, Eliza did just fine with occasional bottles the first 9 months but attempting to make the permanent switch from nursing to bottles has thrown our little world topsy-turvy. So we're on a doctor-recommended battle of wills where the only dinner she gets is formula from a bottle. If she doesn't take the bottle, she can have an opportunity to take it later. But that's it.
(Dear Readers, this is where you don't judge me and just assume that I'm doing the very best that I can, because I am. Many thanks. Love, Eliza's Mom)
Needless to say, this is really tough on both of us, and we're only a few hours into it. Poor little dears... Sobbin' buckets of tears.
Well, there can be humor even in the midst of a Jonah Day. As I was holding Eliza and we were both crying, a little gem from my past came to my mind:
We both know that we shouldn't be here--this is wrong--and baby it's killin' me, it's killin' you, but both of us gotta be strong. . . . So you can get on with your life, I've got to be cruel to be kind.
I've made up my mind; there is no turning back. She's been good to me, and she deserves better than that!
It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to do to look you in the eye and tell you I [won't nurse] you. It's the hardest thing I'll ever have to lie to show no emotion when you start to cry.
Et cetera, et cetera...
Now tell me that's not the most ridiculous thing you've seen/read all week! I hope you guys think it's funny--I sure got a laugh out of it. It's silly how well some love songs and break-up songs apply to the mother-child relationship.
Well, sounds like Eliza's calling me and asking if she can give the bottle another go. Wish me (us) luck!