Despite my best efforts, Baby now gets her nutrition strictly from a formula diet. [Side bar: please don’t guilt me. I did everything I could from taking herbal supplements to pumping around the clock. At the end of the day, feeding a baby formula is better than starving her. It was one or the other.] So, I’ve composed this little letter:
I concede. You win. There, I said it. As much as I hate to admit it, you can provide nutrition to my child that I was not able to.
You stink to high heaven (going in and coming out), but you nourish my little girl … so I am grateful.
You are ridiculously expensive, but you nourish my little girl … so you’re worth every penny.
You provide Baby with a happy, full belly at every meal … so I am appreciative.
You have provided for Baby’s healthy weight gain … for that, I say thank you.
I wouldn’t yet call myself a fan, but I’m working on it … making peace with you is one of my new New Year’s resolutions (actually, it might be my only resolution). Let’s be honest, though, for all that you do for Baby, you do a few things for me as well.
Because of you, I can drink coffee again. Lots of it. And diet Coke, too. Caffeine makes for a happy (albeit still sleep-deprived) mama.
Because of you, I can drink wine again. Lots of it. Sleep deprivation is much more bearable with a glass of wine in hand.
Because of you, nighttime feedings are only half as long as they used to be. Extra sleep is always welcome.
In conclusion, Dear Formula, I am begrudgingly grateful. I’m still working on the ‘begrudgingly’ part, but I am grateful.