No, not to you guys! I’m not going anywhere.
Today, though, we polished off the last dregs of our giant cans of Enfamil Lipil. Oh, the happy dance I am doing right now!
I was going to say “good riddance,” but I can’t be that negative about something that has kept my kids well-nourished and growing for their entire first year. But man, I have really resented it at various points along the way.
In the NICU, there was the darker-colored and somehow worse-smelling pre-made stuff. I’m glad it was there to feed my kids, but I was so frustrated that my dutiful pumping was coming to naught.
They came home a week later with instructions to be on the high-cal version for every other feeding, so I’d mix a few quarts at a time: three scoops for every five ounces, instead of the usual one-for-two. I couldn’t wait to get the all-clear from my pediatrician to stop it, because I felt like it was getting in the way of successful breastfeeding.
In the end, lots of things got in the way of successful breastfeeding, and at eight weeks old, they were full-time on Enfamil. After that, I went to the warehouse store a couple of times a month, adding the cans to my cart six-at-a-time in addition to the diapers and wipes and laundry detergent. $33 for a 38-ounce canister, which at the peak of formula consumption around 7-8 months would last us about three days. It was a nearly $80-per-week habit. I know milk has gotten expensive lately, especially the organic stuff I feel oddly compelled to buy, but still… what an improvement!
Thanks to all for the great suggestions on the milk transition last week. I decided to go step-by-step and do a formula/milk mix that became more and more milk over the course of 4-5 days, but kept it in their usual bottles. The last two days, it was all milk with a scoop of formula tossed in for good measure, mostly so the last expensive bits of powder wouldn’t go to waste. I don’t think my son really needed such a gradual transition, but my daughter is wary of new tastes in general, so we took it a little slower. Today, we’re going cold-turkey on sippy cups instead of bottles. Again, Daniel seems to have just shrugged and grabbed his cup. Rebecca is suspicious, but she’ll come around.
The end of another era, my how time is flying. At six months old, I could barely believe we had finally stopped swaddling and doing overnight bottles. At eight, we ditched the infant carseats. No longer do I live in a world of stationary playmats, exersaucers, bouncy seats, and bottles. On we go to cups, milk, and gates so they don’t climb the stairs without me. When did my babies become little kids?!