Well, today was Gina's first 12 hour shift as an RN. Since it occurred on a weekend, it also meant that I was scheduled for my first 12 hour shift being the non-lactating, sole guardian/caregiver of a (breast-fed only) almost-4-month-old + a moody 45lb basset hound.
Having managed the hound dog before, I was not intimated by Bella. Worst case, if she got out of line, I could always throw her outside. However, before leaving for work, Gina reminded me that this was not an option for my dear almost-4-month old daughter.
Gina left around 615AM, and I was already awake (since I'm used to getting up around then anyway). Erin awoke at around 7, and was fairly happy. Since she normally eats as soon as she wakes up, I quickly sprung into action for the prime time event:
Erin vs. Bottle (queue up the "let's get ready to rumble" guy)
Round 1: Erin She didn't really eat a whole lot - around 0.5oz were gone out of the bottle, but I couldn't be sure how much actually ended up in her stomach. We played for another 30/45 minutes, and she took a brief nap in her bouncy seat. She awoke (apparently on the wrong side of the bouncy seat) in a foul mood, and was fairly cranky for the next hour.
At around 11, I spit water from of my mouth, tapped my gloves against my head, and headed back into the ring (queue the ringing of the bell to start):
Round 2: Erin (by split decision)Erin decided that she was going to be a bit nicer to me this time - she ate about 3/4 of an ounce (and really was eating from the bottle), but this was about as much as she was willing to do. She fell asleep promptly thereafter for another 30 minutes.
But when she woke back up, I decided that she wanted to eat again (normally a risky venture)....
Round 3: TieErin did good at this feeding - I was holding her head in the bouncy seat (vibration on) and she ate around 1.5oz for me then. She was happy afterwards, and we walked around and she helped me make some lunch for myself. She took another brief nap at around 1, and was up at 1:35pm. At this point, the hound dog was starting to "hound" me for a walk, so I bundled up Erin, grabbed the stroller, and took the girls on a walk to the park and back. Erin didn't cry on the walk, but since it was windy I had to close the stroller's top, so she didn't get to see a whole lot.
We got back around 215, and I immediately heated up some water and got ready for...
Round 4: BottleErin either gave in, was starving, or just decided to help her dad out a little bit - she downed the entire 2.5oz I warmed for her! She was subsequently happy for another hour, and then took another 30 minute nap. When she awoke at 430, we were on for:
Round 5: BottleErin must have been catching up from earlier, because not only did she eat the first 2oz I had for her, but she made it clear she wanted more and eat another 2.5oz!
At this point, I am convinced that this nipple/bottle/position combination is golden. We decide to go to Walmart to get more of these "nuk" nipples. We ran into our neighbors (Mary Kathryn and Ken (and Matthew too)), who were impressed that I accomplished the impossible. Being the proud father of a baby who demonstrated mastery of bottle-feeding, we took a victory lap in the stroller around Walmart and then went back home.
She hung out while I ate dinner, took a quick nap, and then we went in for the final round of the event:
Round 6: BottleShe ate another 3.5 oz - and Gina got home in time to see it in action (no, I didn't pour 10oz of liquid-gold down the drain).
Here's the box score for the day:
Wasted milk: 2oz
Consumed milk: 12oz
Winner: ALL OF US
All in all, it was a long day. But I sure enjoyed hanging out with her - it was the first of (hopefully) many fun days that Erin and I will spend together! Not to mention that she ended up eating like a champ!