I am one of those people who pretty much trust whatever my
pediatricians tell me. If they tell me my kid needs vaccinations, I do it. My
theory is that I can read myself into crazy. There are opposing opinions on
just about every topic you can imagine as it relates to raising children. I
always ask them, “If this was your child, what would you do.” That’s good
enough for me.
I’ve learned, though, what advice to take seriously and what
advice can be tinkered with. One of those things is being bottle-weaned by one
year. Well, my baby is almost 17-months-old, and while he occasionally uses a
sippy cup, his main means of transporting milk to his mouth is a bottle. Not
only does he still drink from a bottle, but most of the time I even take the chill
off the milk. Not only that, but I lay him back in my arms and feed him as if
he is 4-months-old. I love it. He loves it. My other kids love it (as seen in
the picture).
I’m not worried about his physical or mental development as
a result of this. I know eventually he’ll be switched over to a cup, just like
he will eventually give up his pacifier. I won’t let it go forever—certainly
not past 2-years-old. There are so many things about him that are still so
“baby.” He babbles (only a handful of words), he wakes up in the middle of the
night, he barely has any teeth, he has rolls of fat on top of rolls of fat, and
he barely has any hair. So, as long as we are all enjoying this bottle thing,
we are going to keep it going.
It’s like that with a lot of things, and I’m more open the
second time around. With the twins I was very much “by-the-book.” This time, I
put my emphasis on the really important things and put new importance on
certain things that are not “by-the-book.” This is my baby, and right now it is
important for me to treat him that way.
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