Kinda like the wrong trousers really. Last night we resorted to trying to get some formula into Torin as mummy was exhausted from a day of a hungry baby. We really should know better as previous attempts have resulted in puke.
It was so funny, she clamped down on the bottle teat like she was so mad and there was NO WAY we were going to get any of that nasty smelling formula stuff in her mouth. Even when I was downstairs, trying to combat the 'mummy's in the room, why?' reflex? But no. Waily waily waily when we both tried.
And true to form, at 2am - puke - so some must have got in. A quick change and then... more puke...
Still, she slept on until 7:30 am :D
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