I remember before Hannah was born. We were trying to think about what bottles to have on hand. You know... For those precious few times I might need one. When I was too tired at night. Or needed to be away to help someone. Right? Because I was planning to breastfeed, right?
I remember clearly Scott saying that he didn't care what kind we got, except that he didn't want a bottle with a bunch of parts.
Guess what we got?
A bottle with lots of parts. Parts you can't even buy in the store because they are specialized for babies with feeding issues. The ones that need to be hand washed to get really clean.
It's ok with us though. I would wash tons of bottles or whatever I need to do. I'm thankful for my baby.
It's funny how your perspective changes when you live through trauma. Live life fully wherever you are. Never give up fighting. Each day is precious and there are many bmessings to be found along the way. Even in the hard things.
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