Something weird (based on the past 15 weeks of experience with Karston) happened last night. Karston wasn't nursing well (which is odd), but he was clearly very hungry (growth spurt), so Daddy gave him a bottle. He took it! That was so weird! He's always been a serious barracuda about nursing, and he's always rejected a bottle until he's truly desperate and knows he has no choice. I was rejected! Well, I suppose that makes it easier for me to go back to work, and to cope with his teething. I had never actually seen him use a bottle before because if I'm in the house and he'd rather nurse than bottle, I let him.
He even played with the bottle's nipple when he was done, with the same grin and the same tongue rolling that I recognize. So maybe this transition to a bottle won't be as tough as I expected.
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