Things were really crazy when Owen was born.
I was stressed out.
I was worried that Ande wasn’t getting enough attention.
I was worried they wouldn’t nap at the same time and I’d never get a minute alone.
And I was worried that Owen would eat for an hour and still be hungry.
Somewhere along the way, in all that stress and worry, Owen stopped nursing.
I don’t know how it happened.
The satisfaction that he couldn’t find from me, came much easier with a bottle.
He starting drinking formula, and I started to calm down a little.
What used to take 1 1/2 hours, now only takes 5 minutes.
I have more time for myself, and more time for Ande.
But I’m still worried…
Is he still going to bond with me?
Does he notice when I walk into the room?
Will he love me as much as Ande does?
I don’t know.