Dear Dr. Brown's,
We met when I was at a real low. Remember? My nipples were ruined. I couldn't go on. Breastfeeding was not working. Neither were all those other bottles that came before you. You came in like the hero you were advertised to be and now...well....I think we can make it on our own now.
I mean it's not like we had bad times together. What we had was a good good thing. But now, well, Josiah prefers cups.
So today Dr. Brown's I pack you away in gallon size ziploc bags and I put you away out of sight. I can't bear to look at you any more. It breaks my heart to know that all we had together is over. Until next time Dr. Brown's. If the Lord wills it....
Sincerely,
me.
PS - I'll keep 4 of you out. Just in case. But only 4 of you. The rest have to go.
Our time together has been sweet. I remember when we first met. My son was a few months old and we had dedicated ourselves to formula feeding because breast feeding wasn't working out. We had tried every bottle out there to avoid your many plastic pieces and price. But alas, nothing was as good or as magical as the Dr. Brown's Options 8oz bottles. Once I used you, I was in love.
I purchased the first one at Wal-Mart. Just a single 8oz bottle to try. As I watched my son fill his little belly with formula, I knew you were the one. I went back to Wal-Mart that day and cleared the shelf of all the 3 packs. And 4 more individual bottles. Then we went to Target and used a gift card to buy all the ones there too.
In less than 24 hours we had over 12 perfect Dr. Brown's Options bottles cleaned, sterilized, and in heavy rotation. Months later we got the number 2 nipples. Months after that we moved up to the number 3 nipples.
In the middle of the night, Dr. Brown's Options provided my son nourishment and comfort. I carefully labeled them and sent them to school with him. I cleaned them each day. Each morning I carefully laid out the two thousand plastic pieces in my tiny kitchen to air dry.
And now here we are. I have no counter space for you anymore. I can't make dinner in here because you are hogging up all the counter space. I don't have shelf space for you. I have no containers left to hold your pieces. You, Dr. Brown's Options, you have consumed me. You have taken over my kitchen. There are nipples everywhere. Even packed in sandwich bags in the pantry. I can't go on. This is the end.
It's not you. It's me. You have done everything that we needed. You were consistent. You provided. You were cleaned and put back into rotation and diligently provided again and again. I was the one who didn't set up clear boundaries. I should have told you that I don't like it when all your pieces are scattered about on a drying mat on the counter and the flat top stove. I should have been confident enough to let you know that I was suffocating.
We met when I was at a real low. Remember? My nipples were ruined. I couldn't go on. Breastfeeding was not working. Neither were all those other bottles that came before you. You came in like the hero you were advertised to be and now...well....I think we can make it on our own now.
I mean it's not like we had bad times together. What we had was a good good thing. But now, well, Josiah prefers cups.
So today Dr. Brown's I pack you away in gallon size ziploc bags and I put you away out of sight. I can't bear to look at you any more. It breaks my heart to know that all we had together is over. Until next time Dr. Brown's. If the Lord wills it....
Sincerely,
me.
PS - I'll keep 4 of you out. Just in case. But only 4 of you. The rest have to go.
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