Although it's not recommended to give a newborn the bottle before she is three weeks old, Suzanne is a champion feeder and Daddy insisted on inculcation to the bottle because Barb wanted to continue putting Elizabeth to bed at night, leaving Daddy with a possibly-hungry infant and no milk-giving breasts with which to satisfy said infant's needs. So last night I (Daddy) fed Suzanne from a bottle of breastmilk, and she took to it like a porpoise to water. No problem at all. Just latch-and-suck. Awesome.
So tonight we decided to let Elizabeth try. This after, at church, Elizabeth said she didn't want to be a big sister and wanted Suzanne to go away. (Worth noting is that yesterday Elizabeth was describing the 'love cord' that connected her to her sister, a sort of ethereal umbilicus communicating pure love between the two.)
Anyway, Suzanne took the bottle from Elizabeth and Elizabeth tolerated it for about 15 seconds before growing uncomfortable.
I can't blame her. Babies made me uncomfortable until I had one, at 38.
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