Motherhood seems to have taught me a lot of skills that are wonderful on a daily basis with the Imp, but totally useless in other parts of life. It seems I can now:
- accurately tell the temperature of bath water just by placing my hand in it for a second
- catch food flying across the room
- perform acrobatic style breastfeeding (due to the Imp’s refusal to breastfeed like a ‘normal’ baby)
- put any random words into a song in a dubiously entertaining fashion
The Imp took his first bottle today. I’m not sure how I feel about it having breastfed him solely for 6 months. It just happened today that he was refusing to feed, yet I knew he was starving hungry. In the past he’d not really known what to do with a bottle. As a long shot, I expressed some milk and gave him it in a bottle, and he loved it. Sigh. Mixed feelings.