I keep taking my eye off the ball.
I’m not sure when it started.
Was it three months ago? Or the full 12?
When Bean was very little, just a week or two old, I let him try using a bottle of expressed milk. He took to it well, gulping the contents down at quite a rate. A couple of weeks or so later, when I had to leave him for a little while, he again had a bottle and seemed to enjoy it. Then last Sunday, it was like he just didn’t know what to do with it anymore. Right when I really needed him to be happy with it.
I got it wrong. Because I got distracted by life. I forgot that he’d probably need to practice to be able to keep it up. I feel stupid. Again.
While I was away I bought him a sippy cup to try instead. I got on with sterilizing it this morning, keen to give it a go. I popped it into a pan of boiling water for 5 minutes.
Then about an hour later, smelling something funny, I asked my flatmate if there was something on in the kitchen.
There was. My sterilizing pan. Completely boiled dry. And this…
…in the bottom.
That blasted ball!