I thought it'd be a good idea to give Ben a little formula today and tomorrow, just to be sure he tolerates it ok before I send him off to daycare on Tuesday with 4 oz. I mixed 2 oz. of the formula with 3 oz. of breastmilk, and let me say, formula STINKS! According to the google reviews I read, this stuff smells better than most and its still foul. Just like a vanilla scented fart!
Here is Ben's lunch, all deconstructed like some odd baby bottle science experiment.
Little man didn't mind the stuff. He chugged his bottle as though nothing were amiss. Contrary to my fears, he didn't become violently ill, sprout acne, or turn into a frog. It's been hours since he had it and he's normal as can be. When he was a brand new baby, I had serious fears that formula would make him very sick and he'd end up allergic to everything under the sun. One of THOSE babies. The ones with allergies and rashes and perpetually upset stomachs...ugh... but I knew most of those fears were just crazy, even as I was having them. Millions of people (myself included) were nourished solely on formula and we turned out ok. It's just that he's MY baby. I want the absolute best for MY baby, especially as far as nutrition goes. These are dangerous times nutritionally speaking, and I still feel like the slightest misstep on my part will turn him into a walking case of Type II diabetes. Overweight. Junk Food addicted. Vitamin D deficient. Oh the anxieties of a new Mom....
Ben had a good time today with Daddy. We walked to the Fire Department and took his picture in the trucks. He wanted to drive but we told him he's too young and maybe when he's older.
Wearing his Little Hero fire truck shirt. He had to be festive for the occasion.
Ol' Blue Eyes
He was dead set on driving!
Here we go, Daddy!