It has been a sad day for me. After doing everything I could handle to get nursing well-established with Caleb, I am waving the white flag of surrender. He is developing a strong preference for being bottle-fed, and I have tried for over a week now to convince him otherwise. Unfortunately, the things that I can do to change his mind are things I am either incapable of doing time-wise or emotionally.
So I'm going to take some time to be disappointed.
I wanted to develop the physical closeness with you, Caleb, that I missed with Katy. I'm glad to have had it for a while, but I still had hopes for more.
I'm sorry that I won't be able to give you "nature's perfect food" for much longer, but I promise we'll feed you. :)
I'm sorry, Katy, that you have had to see Mommy cry sometimes during the past few days. Thank you for trying to make me feel better. I hope you're not permanently scarred. :)
Lastly, I am sorry for my own unmet expectations.
Ok. A few tears, and I am going to practice the well-known good mommy trait of going with the flow. Caleb is fine, and I will be...eventually.