Today is the day where I threw all of James' bottles away. Apparently being almost 18 months and on a bottle is a big no no. Did not know that until I did a little research all on my own after women hounded me wanting to know why he was still on the bottle. His Dr. said it was fine so I was okay with it, but it apparently it isn't socially acceptable. This morning wasn't too bad (yes I know it's still considered morning, but he gets up at 6) He did whine for a bottle, but as soon as I fed him he was fine. I put milk in his cup and placed it on the floor and every time he cried for a bottle I would say "There is milk in your cup" He knows the word "milk", but not really "cup" so I repeated "cup" until Donny was ready to throw me out of the house. He finally agreed to the cup and gave me a big smile when he realized milk was in it. Success! I thought. He drank that cup of milk pretty fast so I was content.....until nap time. Got the room ready i.e. fans on curtain closed. Poured more milk into his cup went and brought him into the room as soon as I laid him down and he realized I wasn't handing him his bottle, but his construction vehicle themed cup he started to cry. I repeated "There is milk in your cup" He threw it hard and cried even harder. I picked up the cup and went to place it back in the crib. At this point James was standing in his crib crying hard tears streaming down his face with his hand reaching out for his bottle. I handed the cup to him and he pushed it aside. I put the cup in his crib and walked out closing the door behind me. James still standing there crying. I hate being this kind of mom. You know easily swayed by my crying child that I give in. I always thought I would be the harder parent, but every time I see his face and hear him cry my heart melts. Hopefully this transition doesn't take too long and he'll enjoy drinking out of his cup. Next on the list of things to do is switch him over to lactose free milk
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