Hallelujah...

Braylon took the bottle! Okay, so we knew it would eventually happen. Even I didn't think he would go forever without eating; he would cave to hunger at some point. But he put up a fight, that's for sure. We resorted to every trick in the bag, and just when we thought we'd exhausted our efforts, he drank!

It's sad, though, because this isn't how I wanted to wean him. I would have liked to continue nursing for a little longer, actually, and then ideally slowly exchange one feed for a bottle of formula at a time. But that wasn't in the stars for us, apparently, as I just couldn't heal to continue nursing and to spare this same battle months down the road we just fought it through and got him on the bottle now.

So all's well at the Rebelo household for now. Isaiah sometimes asks to use the potty, sometimes it doesn't cross his mind. He hasn't actually used it used it in months, but that's okay. I'm giving in to giving up. I know, he'll go. And the hunger strike reached a fair negotiation, it would seem, though Braylon still roots around for his old milk supply when it is me trying to feed him the bottle. So until our next "crisis" arises... :)

P.S. Check out our little Beckham... I had this wise idea to shave his head on the weekend, and although at first he looked a little sickly, I actually think he's pretty cute with the close cut. It suits him!