When Good Moms Take Bad Advice: No Bottle, No Milk

The kid and her bottle in better, milk-filled days

Most parents resign themselves to the fact that they will eventually square off with their kids about something of critical importance to one or both of them. While I’m no exception, I didn’t think it would happen before my daughter could speak in full or even partial sentences.

Starting at around a year old, my daughter started drinking water out of a sippy cup, but she still took immense pleasure in drinking milk from a bottle twice daily. However, at her 15-month well-child visit, the pediatrician announced it was time to wean her off the bottle, lest we risk her attending her prom while still sucking on the nipple.

The next morning I awoke to the unmistakable sounds of distress coming from downstairs as my husband tried to give our daughter milk in a sippy cup. She seemed confused then anguished and, ultimately, pissed. We quickly conferred.

“Maybe I can give her the milk in a bottle now and then later, when she gets up from her nap this afternoon, you can try to give it to her in a sippy cup again,” he pleaded as the sounds of toddler hysteria grew alarmingly louder.

“No, we have to stand firm. I’m sure in a few hours, or by tomorrow, she’ll be fine,” I yelled back over the din.

Later that day, she walked around playing it cool, deftly staring right through the milk-filled sippy cup like it was a panhandler holding out a tin can on a New York City subway.

“To hell with your milk and the sippy cup it’s in,” she seemed to be saying with her stoicism. I almost wished she’d act out because the nonchalant attitude seemed eerily sophisticated for someone with a penchant for eating paper.

The next morning her indifference turned into panic. She took one look at the milk in the foreign milk vessel and swatted it away, after which time she fell to the floor, howling, the tears streaming down her face like she’d just watched Oprah unmask the chimp woman. It was her first full-blown tantrum, actually. (Which has since been lovingly noted in her baby book.)

That same reaction lasted another day or two until she stopped crying and started antagonizing me. She’d calmly take the sippy cup, walk around with it for a minute and then shake it upside down, seeing how much milk would spill out before dumping it on the floor and then moving on to peacefully play with her toys while I cleaned up the dairy mess.

I’m not sure if was a coincidence, but at the same time she was banned from the bottle she also took to scowling on a semi-regular basis. Generally in my direction. And at other times she would come up to me, wrap her arms around my legs and look up at me wide-eyed, cooing, “Ba ba?”

Everything became a ba ba to her. She’d point to a hairbrush, lamp, bathtub, the Zans can guy in “One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish,” and whine to have it passed to her. I don’t know what would have happened if a kid in her gym or music class would have whipped out an actual bottle in her presence, but I can guarantee it would not have ended well.

We tried reading her the “Bye-Bye Bottle!” book that a friend gave us. She seemed to enjoy it — dutifully identifying the bottle on each page — until it got to the part where the toddler happily adjusts to the sippy cup. That’s when she’d snatch the book, toss it aside and run away. We also tried calling it by different names (“big girl cup”) and buying different kinds of sippy cups, but her scowl each time reminded us she’s nobody’s fool.

Sixteen milkless months later, I’m starting to worry she might come down with the calcium equivalent of scurvy. So I’ve been researching other foods with calcium (besides cheese, because no one wants to see her undergo an angioplasty on her third birthday).

Kale is on the list, as is okra, collard greens, turnip greens, sardines, currants, prickly pears, rhubarb and spinach. It just seems a bit cruel to take away her beloved bottle and milk and replace them with sustenance that seems most appropriate for children in a Grimm’s Fairy Tale. After all, this isn’t “The Story of the Youth Who Went Forth to Learn What Fear Was.”

Hopefully as she grows up with an aversion to milk and most dairy-related products, she won’t remember how her dope of a mom took the pediatrician’s word as gospel. And although she’s mostly done with sippy cups and has now graduated to regular cups, I suppose we could always try pouring milk back into a bottle, sticking a corsage on it and hoping that when she goes to her prom, her date is too polite to say anything.

Image: Meredith Carroll

Article Posted 6 years Ago

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