Our first bottle...phew.

On Wednesday, July 9th, Daddy gave Porter his very first bottle of breastmilk. I was really nervous...nervous that he would take it really well and not want to breastfeed again...nervous that he wouldn't take it, and I would never be able to be away from him for more than 2 hours...just nervous! Turns out, it was kind of down the middle of that road. He definitely didn't like it, but he tried so hard. He would take it for a few seconds and then scream. Craig just set the bottle down and stood up with him and calmed him down. When he re-introduced the bottle he did the same thing....over and over. Craig was so patient with him. They repeated this for about 35 minutes, and Porter drank only an ounce and a half in that time. I nursed him a little while after they finished, and he was never so happy in his little life (I was glad it was over, too)! Thankfully, the next day we tried again and he did MUCH better. We think he will be a fast learner and get the hang of it soon. It was nice to see Craig be able to feed him, since it is such an amazing time to bond with him. Hopefully it will go smoother very soon and the three of us can really relax and enjoy the experience.
Protesting a little.
A well deserved bowl of ice cream when all was said and done. Porter was eyeballing it!