Motherhood has allowed me to experience some new and interesting emotions.  A strange and indescribable attachment to a child who grew inside my womb; a wonderment as I watch my children discover and experience life for the first time; a joy that bursts from within to see my children achieve; and a fear that I have the potential to fail them and cause them more pain than any other human can. 

I have decided to begin the bottle battle with Caleb.  Nathan and I really want to have the ability to spend some time apart and alone from the kids and, as selfish as this may seem, I would like to be able to get out of the house for a few hours on my own too.  It should seem a simple thing to switch from breast to bottle, but it isn't...especially when introducing a new flavor...formula!  I don't think you would believe how many hours I have agonized over giving Caleb formula.  I know it's not a terrible thing, many babies are raised on it.  But as a mother (I'm realizing more and more) I want to do what is BEST for my kids.  Formula doesn't seem best, it seems worse...like I'm failing him.  In my head I know it is fine, in fact it is a better decision for Keilan, Nathan and I...but it's still hard. 

The transition hasn't really gone very well.  He has hardly taken any...but I know that's normal and so I will continue to offer it to him.  Here's hoping he takes it soon!