My wonderful parents agreed to watch Griffin yesterday while Jag and I went out on our first grownup date since March 16, in celebration of Jag’s birthday. We went to Firebirds for dinner and had a great, relaxing meal.

I checked my phone for messages as we made our way back to Wake Forest. There was a recent missed call and voice mail from my dad, saying that Griff had refused both bottles I’d left and had been crying on and off for the past hour and a half. EEEEEK! We rushed back so I could rescue my poor parents and nurse Griff. We all chalked it up to teething pain; since he had been fine earlier that day, I hadn’t packed his Oragel, Tylenol, teething tablets, teething rings, etc etc in the diaper bag, so my parents hadn’t been able to try to make him feel better with any of those methods. Griff hadn’t had a bottle in a few weeks, but that didn’t seem to be enough time to have caused a problem.

Today we decided to have Jag give him a bottle to keep him in practice, and we bought a pack of Medela medium-flow nipples to see if that would help, since we suspected he might be unhappy with the old low-flow newborn nipples.

Nope. Griff flat-out refuses to take a bottle now. This is the kid who took his first bottle at less than 4 weeks old, who took periodic bottles all during my maternity leave, who drank every bottle he was given in day care without a peep of protest, who drank bottle after bottle of thawed stash milk with no problems when he stayed with my parents for over 24 hours while I was in the hospital back in May.

We’ll start experimenting with cup feeding and other tricks now, but I’m kind of worried that the 200+ ounces of milk in the freezer may be useless at this point. 🙁