Grammy took the bottle from me this morning! She was a total wreck–she wanted the babas BAAAAD. She’s been coming back into bed with us at her 2 AM waking. We figure that she needs more lovin’ since she’s grieving the loss of the boobie.

Anyway, when she woke up at 6 AM, she kept crawling up onto my chest and trying to lift up my shirt. The sippy cup of water just wouldn’t do–she threw a fit and pushed it away. It’s so hard–when I say No to her, she just crumbles in a little pile of sad baby, and it breaks my heart.

She was just so overwhelmed with needing boobie and being hungry, she was like glass. I would just look at her and she’d cry. I tried everything–brought her downstairs for breakfast and the usual routine, but nothing would do. At one point she was standing on the counter with a piece of salami and looking at the cat and bawling. I tried giving her a sippy with chocolate milk (our latest BadMama technique), but she just left it sitting on the floor.

Finally, I just picked up her shattered little self and sat with her and a warm bottle on the couch. As horrible as it sounds, you kinda have to just shove it in her mouth. She realizes then that she was starving for it–and of course I only had 2 ounces of milk that was quickly eradicated! More tears until I refill it with the remainder of the choco-sippy cup. I briefly tried giving the bottle to her in the kitchen, but only the couch would do.

The last time she took the bottle from me was when she was about 5 weeks old and didn’t know any better.