We tried the bottle for the first time today with the expectation that she would be full of RAGE, BETRAYAL and DISGUST and while she wasn't super enthusiastic, she actually drank and Jason fed her for the first time. It was exciting and if I wasn't crying like a school girl it would have been more celebratory.
I was immediately overcome with such incredibly mixed emotions. I am greedy for our breastfeeding time. I love everything about it. The nappy dreamy sensation, the bonding, our chatting, the portablility of it, how happy we both are. That this is the one thing no one else can do to care for my daughter - it was all. mine.
Sigh. Sharing is hard.
So it was with mixed emotions that we embarked on the road of independance.