Day 9
5 am wake-up - but she was cold. start heating up the bottle, realize she's wet so go to change her. go get the bottle and then disaster strikes! the bottle is too HOT! i let it in the warmer too long! she's screaming bloody murder and i keep hearing MK's voice in my head "did you test the milk ?!?"
since mom (and the rest of the block) is awake i ask for 'assistance'! she calms down on boob, i heat up another bottle - not quite as much and we switch - she takes it fine. "she's pretty amazing", says mom "or just a glutton" i say. she polishes off 4 oz and promptly passes out in my lap.
as i look down at her guilt ridden from the first time i hurt my kid i shudder to think of the future; the first day of school, taking off the training wheels, the first downhill slope! and how we will handle putting her into situations where she will inevitably get a little bruised. not to mention the trouble she'll find for herself.
gonna be a wild ride.
but for now she loooooves batting the elephant around :-)
posted by joshpolsky @ 9:16 AM
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She looks happy. I guess the incident hurt you more than it hurt her. The sorrows of raising parents....
As you witnessed first hand, I cannot pick up a bottle without testing it on my wrist because, of course, the same thing happened to me... the only thing that was worse was when a babysitter heated up some food and didn't test it and I heard the scream..... she's dead now. :)
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