Don't tell the League...

Why I Love Bottle Feeding
When my first daughter, Lucy, was born, I knew I was supposed to breast feed. And I tried, until she spent her first 24 hours in the NICU. When a nurse suggested (in hushed tones) giving her a bottle, I said "YES!" After many attempts, and fails, I decided I would go against the main stream and bottle feed. And sometimes, I feel bad about it. Usually when I'm shelling out $24 on formula... but other times, I'm reminded of the pros...all those wonderful pros...

1. When I'm sitting at a table full of my husband's buddies, and my daughter is desperate to be fed RIGHT NOW, all I have to whip out is a bottle.
2. I can drink 2 Starbucks a day, without my baby getting addicted to the caffeine..like her mom.
3. My ridiculous Triple D's aren't Triple Z's
4. I can wear a T-shirt and not worry about flashing my post baby belly when I need to feed.
5. When Lucy wakes up on Saturday and screams "FEED ME" at 6 a.m., my husband can go into the kitchen, shake up a bottle, and feed her...all while I dream about going to Hawaii.
6. I know exactly how much I'm overfeeding Lucy.
7. I never have to discuss nipples, nipple shields, clogged milk ducts, and leaks with anyone.
8. My bra doesn't pop open at random, unless I want it to.
9. I don't have to worry about getting too attached to breastfeeding...and doing it til my kid is able to stand up and reach my boob.
10. I can eat ice cream all day, and only worry about my own nutritional failure.

I am in no way putting down, or making fun of, breastfeeding moms. I applaud you. I want to be you, but I can't. So, I've found joy in my own little corner of the world.