Today is a very sad day in our house and more for me than for Ben or J. Tonight’s the last night Ben gets a bottle before bed. He’s stopped taking bottles or “ba ba’s” during the day for a while now, but we still kept the one before bed. His pediatrician told me a few months ago that it was time to cut that one out as well and although he’s more than ready I don’t know if I am.
He’s growing up so fast and taking a bottle is the last thing that we do/have that still makes him seem like our little baby(besides the diapers, but I will not be sad to see those go). Not to mention, he takes his bottle as I rock him to sleep in my arms. And of course, I’m starting to get teary-eyed as I write this. I know that I can still rock him at night, but somehow I don’t think he will be as willing to let me cuddle and kiss his little forehead without that bottle.
I’ll let you know how I do he does.
