Monday, February 16, 2009

The Last Bottle

I love night night bottles. It is the only time of day when Noah is still enough to be the sweet cuddly little baby he used to be. I treasure those last ten minutes of the day. It is the closest feeling I get to this: when he still needed me for everything. (There are few things that compare to a sleeping newborn on your chest.) The death of the night night bottle is one step closer to the sullen fifteen year old who won't do his homework and thinks he doesn't need me for anything or the married son who gives heart to someone else and moves away and forgets to call me for three months! Well here it is, the last bottle: And yes I am crying because I am sentimental and hormonal. And my baby is all grown up. And yes I know I will still rock him and read to him every night (I'll rock him when he is thirty if he asks.) But it won't be the same. But I do know it is time. I don't want him to be nine and still taking a night night bottle.

5 comments:

The Wilbanks said...

We haven't stopped ours either. I absolutely can not give it up yet.I feel your pain. Time flies by way to fast.

Beth Goff said...

Sippy Cup... warm whole milk in a sippy cup. Not a bottle but still causes the little one to be STILL enough to cuddle. Then brush teeth and off to bed! :) BUT I totally understand your emotions!!

Laura said...

little buddy....so sweet, i am sure there will be things you will love most about every stage of his life. noah is a blessed little guy to have such a wonderful loving mommy and daddy!

Kerri said...

So I cry as I read this. I don't want my newborn to not need me anymore!!!

Anonymous said...

This post reminded me of the day I lost your dad! He was hiding up in the attic, crying, because he has just taken your crib down and put it away. Was he looking ahead to a day when you wouldn't need him anymore? What would ysay to Dad now about those tears of his? :-)