A learning experience...

...for all of us. We've known for the past few months that we need to start giving Taylor a bottle before she resists and doesn't want it. Well, we waited too long! This past week, our mission was to get this little girl to take a bottle, and at first she didn't want any part of it. She screamed, and arched her back, and turned her head from side-to-side, and pushed it out of her mouth, and wiggled and thrashed around. As you can imagine, this was hard for Matt. He wanted her to want to drink that bottle from him so bad...but she wasn't having it. So Wednesday she stayed with my mom for a few hours for the first time, and my mom (after about 5 minutes of the previoulsy mentioned carrying-on) got her take it. (She had also taken one from me earlier that same day, but wasn't happy about it.) We decided that was good enough for one day and Matt wouldn't try that evening...instead he'd just spend some quality time with her. Well, Thursday night, he got back on the saddle...and after just a few seconds of mild complaining...she took her first bottle from her Daddy! She even got mad when it was gone! It brought a tear to my eye watching the two of them...partly because I knew how proud he was of her, and of himself...and because I knew how special it was for him to look down at her while she's staring back at him, holding his hand with her little fingers, and feeling that special bond that comes when you feed your baby. Good job, Daddy Ü