The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Bye bye, bottles


Yeah, so, mighty, mighty good man David is traveling the world (for work). For some reason, I’ve decided that while he is away I’m going to wean The Kid off the nighttime bottle.

I know what you are thinking. “Umm, Sonia. Didn’t you wean your son off the bottle back in October?” Funny story. I didn’t. Well, it’s not that funny, I guess.

I barely even tried. I was watering down the bottles for about a day, and then I even stopped doing that, because – meh – fuck it. I felt like The Kid wants the bottle. It’s not hurting him. I’m going to let him have the bottle. But then the bottle started to turn into a pain in the ass. The bottle of milk during bedtime stories was turning into two more bottles in bed. Our little guy, who was sleeping through the night, was now waking up maybe 50% of the time in the middle of the night asking for more milk. Oh, and he was soaking through his diaper and pajamas a lot.

Originally, I was fine with him having the bottle because I didn’t feel like I needed to disrupt a sleep routine that was working, but then the routine stopped working. The routine especially stopped working (for me) when David started traveling for work again. There was no taking turns. I had to get up every night in the middle of the night and then again early in the morning and strip the bed if it’s soaked, etc.

I was so over it. I guess lack of sleep is a great motivator.

The other night, after several middle of the night brawls with my son, I decided I wasn’t doing this bottle thing anymore, but I didn’t know how to go about weaning him, and I didn’t know when to start. But then Calvin made the decision for me. On Wednesday night, he got mad at me for some perceived slight and chucked the bottle at my head.

And that was that. Bye bye, bottle.

He cried for 20 minutes and went to sleep, and he slept through the night. Thursday night, same thing. Tonight, 20 minutes of crying, and I don’t want to jinx it, but I hope he will sleep through the night again.

I’m stoked. I haven’t had to wash any bottles for days. The laundry is back to a manageable load. It’s awesome. I’m living the dream.

Oh, except I am now having the deal with the fact that my baby isn’t really a baby anymore. We still have diapers, though, so, umm, yay?

Go home, baby. You're drunk.

Go home, baby. You’re drunk.




Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/mocker/goober/mother in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, podcast, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

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