I have been slowly weaning Charlie off her bottles. By slowly, I mean that I have been thinking about how the hell I am going to do this. That child loves her ba-bas like Katy Perry fans adore her music...with a fiery passion that only they understand (I mean, really? Have you ever tasted formula? Or actually listened to Katy Perry's voice?)
I attempted to give her some formula in a cup with her lunch today. The look she gave me clearly indicated where she thought my intelligence quotient was for that exact moment, and I can tell you that it was NOT in the upper percentiles. It was probably not even in the low average percentiles. She barely drinks juice out of a cup; I don't know why I was kidding myself that it was going to be that easy. She then proceeded to take the cup, look me directly in the eye, and drop it on the floor. She then resumed shoving her cheese into her mouth.
The doctors recommended that we cut out her nighttime bottle after this last (her 6th...) ear infection. She is supposed to get tubes on Monday. Clearly there is some medical necessity here as she is only 10.5 months old...I think they think that we are propping her bottles up for her and allowing her to fall asleep with them, hence the recommendation. Nothing could be further from the truth. We have that poor child sitting up so straight while drinking them that it almost looks uncomfortable. Or maybe they are trying to hint to me that I should start doing more than just thinking about weaning.
I could say that my reluctance to wean is because I want to keep her a baby. But then I would be lying, and liars go to hell (it's in the Bible somewhere, I am sure...). I have been actually really enjoying the past few months of watching her bloom and grow. Sure, it is a bit sad that my baby girl is going to be a year old soon. But...I never really got to enjoy either Elizabeth's or Alexis's baby-hood the way I am Charlie's. I was too busy trying to just survive (for different reasons for both, but it was survival nonetheless.) With Charlie, I have been able to marvel and enjoy every last milestone. I can watch in amazement as she learns to climb, to blow kisses, to talk. I don't have all of that other stuff to distract me from the miracle that she is. I find myself eagerly anticipating her next move in a way I did not with the other two because I AM thoroughly able to enjoy the present now.
I just don't want the fight of it is all. I am still holding out hope that she will be like Alexis and wean herself (and transition herself to a big girl bed, and potty train herself....hey, a girl can dream right?) However, unless in the next three weeks she drastically reduces her desire for a bottle, she is NOT on track for this. I will have to do this the old-fashioned way, I guess.
Now, time to google what the old-fashioned way is. Guess I am still thinking about it :p