I'm giving in to the inevitable.

My baby likes boobies. That's it, that's all, don't even bother with anything else.

Trust me, we've been trying for the past almost 7 months to get this boy to tolerate a bottle and it's SO not happening. Sure, I guess in a couple emergency situations he's reluctantly taken a few sips here and there but for the most part he'd rather scream his head off until the boob shows up. Just ask my husband or sister, they've both experienced the hell that is a screaming hungry infant.

Man, we thought Nicky had inherited a combo of our stubbornness. Then we had Josh who took it to a whole 'nother level.

My response to this frustrating fact depends on the day...heck, even the time of day! A lot of the time I love to nurse him, it gives me a chance to sit down and relax and stare at him. He's cute! I could stare at that kid for hours!

Other times, like while travelling or when I want to get out for a couple hours, I just wish he would allow us to stick a bottle (of breastmilk) in his mouth. It would make things ever so much easier. It would make me feel like I have some sort of life outside of being a milking cow. It would make Jeff feel like he can comfort him and have that special time with him too.

Then there's the whole formula/breastmilk aspect of this. I admit I'm being stubborn about wanting him to have only breastmilk but he's my last baby and...ya, sure, whatever. I'm being stubborn about it. Oh well.

I plan on letting him breastfeed until *gasp* he decides he's done. I think that scares Jeff. I think he has visions of Josh walking around and pulling my shirt down and talking in complete sentences asking for milk. Hell, that kinda scares me too!

The way I see it, I don't have much choice in this matter. The kid has us over a barrel and I, for one, surrender.