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It's Just You and Me

I'll be watching the girl this weekend...alone. I've done this before. I've watched her, i think, twice before. The difference here is that this babysitting adventure is going to span a feeding.

Now, she's eaten from a bottle once before. My mom had that honor of the first bottle when Shannon and I went out for her birthday together. But, we'd attempted to plan that outing around her feeding schedule. Apparently Eila had gotten a little hungry a little early and the bottle was given. But -- it was just a small amount of milk, and she had a regular feeding not too long afterwards.

This, to me -- a first time dad going through all these things for the first time -- is a scary thing. I look at the milk in the fridge and think of being stranded in the middle of the Sahara. You're pretty sure you have enough water with you, but if you happen to run out, you're in big trouble.

...or she could sleep the whole time.

Posted by byee at February 11, 2005 03:48 PM

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