Or Bottle Wrap (Part 1)
That’s right. I finally got around to the long-promised bottle wrap-up. (Only took 5 months.) In the process I’ve discovered it’s a bad idea to procrastinate this sort of thing because you tend to forget a lot. When Trixie was on the bottle I could have told you her average daily intake to the quarter ounce. Now I can barely remember when she drank from a bottle at all. I also have no recollection of Jenn ever being pregnant, but she assures me she was. Of course, this site helps a little bit with the details.
To be honest, this would never even have been written if we hadn’t been cleaning house recently. I was trying to find some extra space for dishes in the cabinet and started pulling out bottles. And more bottles. And more. It was hard to believe how much crap was stuffed in there. I had so completely blocked out the whole pumping/feeding/cleaning ordeal that I felt like I was seeing this stuff for the first time. And it was terrifying.
Many of the plastic artifacts pulled from the cabinet were strangely familiar. My hand remembered how to hold them, even though I couldn’t remember why or what they did. Some were labeled with alien and difficult to pronounce words like “VEN-TAI-RE” and “EV-ENF-LO”. But slowly I realized what it was. I was holding a feeding bottle. Trixie didn’t used to eat solid food at all.
It all came back. The pumping, the milk line, the cow’s milk transition, the bottle weaning, and of course, Bottle Telemetry. It was a long time ago, but now I remembered it clearly.
Initially, the main function of Bottle Telemetry was to help me gauge if Trixie was drinking enough milk. We moved past that point early on, but it was still helpful in managing the milk cycle. As Trixie got older and ate more reliably, Bottle Telemetry became more a measure of Jenn’s marathon pumping prowess and less about Trixie’s daily diet. I’m not going to rehash all the numbers again. The charts from ‘We’re All Mammals‘ [June 27, 2004] still stand.
When Trixie was 11 1/2 months old, she didn’t know it yet, but the pumping party was almost over. It was then that we first introduced cow’s milk. Over the course of a couple of weeks, we worked our way up from a 1:5 ratio to a 50/50 mix. When she turned one, we started weaning her from the bottle. Shortly after that (specifically August 8th, 2004) I discontinued Bottle Telemetry. It just didn’t really serve a useful purpose anymore.
The bottle to sippy cup transition went fairly smoothly. My approach was to introduce the cup when Trixie’s resistance was low. I would give her one first thing in the morning when she was still sleepy, agreeable and extremely thirsty. This worked well, but once she was awake she wanted a bottle. Too bad for her I knew she was perfectly capable of using the cup. Shifting her completely over took a couple of weeks and a lot of patience.
She was completely off the wagon — I mean, on the wagon — I mean, through with the bottle — at around 13 months. It could have been sooner, but she caught a cold and we were concerned about her fluid intake.
We crammed all the bottle and pumping related paraphernalia up in the cabinet and swore to never lay eyes upon it again. Until now. Seeing all this stuff makes me want to cry because most of the time I was responsible for cleaning it. It makes Jenn want to cry too, but for different reasons.
There’s more to this than just a giant pile of empty plastic that represented one of the most arduous periods of our life. How about the stuff that used to go in it?
Coming Tomorrow, Part 2: Do Milksicles Dream of Frozen Sheep?