99 bottles of milk

Well, she did it. Teresa took a bottle three different times on Saturday! Hallelujah! We've only tried with her a few times so far without much success, but I was determined to make it work.

Andrew barely ever took a bottle. Not to say I didn't leave him from time to time, but we would come home & see two or three bottles partially filled with milk just strewn about the house after failed attempts. (If you've ever been a nursing mom, I'm guessing you can relate to the heartbreak of all that "hard work" that got dumped down the drain. That stuff is like pure gold. Yow.) We eventually resorted to spoon feeding him with a very "milked-down" rice cereal... it always went better but wasn't quite as easy or sufficient.

I started teaching mornings out at the Seminary again just four months after Rebecca was born, so she HAD TO learn how to drink from a bottle. My sister Cara was the magical queen who made that happen! There was a rough morning here & there, but in general she did okay. Nighttime babysitters who weren't Cara didn't always have it so easy. : (

So, I'm hoping this is going to really happen for Teresa. I can't even express the overwhelming sense of joy & relief I felt as she finally gave in to suck down those first two ounces. As much as I love nursing & the bond I get to enjoy with this sweet little girl, I know that getting that occasional break of more than 2 hours does an amazing job to rejuvenate me. It makes me a better mom. Here's hoping. Prayers appreciated!