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March 12, 2005

I start back to work on Monday. Ethan had been taking a bottle so very well and I have a freezer full of pumped breastmilk ready for the occasion. Then last Tuesday night happened and Ethan decided the bottle was not for him. It was as if he knew I was returning to work and in protest began to refuse anything but the real thing. He hated his bottle and let everyone know it. He would cry like I have never seen him cry before when a bottle even came near him. I really don't get it because we had been giving them to him and he took it fine just a few days before.

Anyway, the whole thing was stressing me out and we tried bottles every night when Shane got home from work this week. It didn't happen. He was not going for it and would scream and scream until we gave in and I would feed him. So. Today was the day. We were going to get him to take a bottle. It has been a weird day and it took like, over an hour at one point to get him to even take an ounce of the milk, but he did it. He will take it willingly and without screaming. I am so glad. I didn't know what I was going to do. I knew that eventually he would have to give in if I was at work and the bottle was all that was available to keep him from starving, but I didn't want the day to be any more miserable for him or for Nana or for me than it might already be. I am hoping he will be so good, but I kind of think it will be a little rough for all of us. But at least he stopped screaming at his baba.

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