Off the Bottle

Magda had been gradually reducing her bottles (at a slower pace than what our pediatrician would prefer) and for the last few months she just had one -- in the evening. Part of our nightly routine would be me spending some time with her getting her changed into her PJs and then giving her a bottle. That was always my favorite part of the day, since she'd spend some relaxed, squirm-free time on my lap.

In the last few weeks, she'd occasionally go to bed without her bottle, depending on what else was going on that night. And so we decided that when the latest box of formula was finished, that would be it. That moment arrived last week. We're trying to transition her to maybe have a cup of warm milk on my lap before bed, but she's not really interested. So it's just some winding-down time and then off to bed with Jfer.

It's great for her that she's moving past those stages without looking back, but I feel a bit nostalgic. We started bottle feeding over a year ago (when we discovered that she wasn't getting enough milk) and I enjoyed it from the get-go. I liked measuring her development by her size, weight and awarenes during those evening feedings. It's another chapter that's closed and that I can now only look back on.