It's three thirty in the morning, and Cora is fussing in bed beside me. In a sleepy stupor, I feel around in the bed to find her bottle of water, hoping to quiet her. The bottle is empty. I stumble, still mostly asleep, to the kitchen and fill the bottle with more water. I hand it back to her in the dark and lay back down.
Moments later, she's screaming - really screaming. I spring into action, switch on the lamp, and assess the situation: baby is screaming like someone might actually be trying to kill her. Upon closer inspection, I notice baby is sopping wet. Sheets are sopping wet. Bottle is empty.... and there is no nipple on the bottle. Did I honestly not screw it on tight enough? I searched the bed, but could not find the missing nipple.
And then I go back to the kitchen, and look on the counter.
Yes, I did in fact hand my baby a bottle full of ice cold water - without a nipple. She went to put it in her mouth, and poured that ice cold water all over her face.
This happened last week. I'm only now able to see the humor in it, and chalk it up to a "bad mommy moment". I'm glad she won't remember that a few years from now. :o)
Note to self: have an extra bottle ready BEFORE I go to sleep at night.