Today's lesson: The paint that marks the cc's on a syringe has a tendency to flake off, especially when the syringe is subjected to any heat. When you get done feeding, the little black flakes all over your hand are the paint. Not little bits of the baby's skin. Heart attack is totally unnecessary.
Did I mention I have a bit of an anxiety disorder?
David got to feed the little one tonight (she's much fussier than her sister so this was a good challenge) and I think he's getting the hang of it. He doesn't believe me that you can hold it steady with just two fingers, though. It'll be SO HARD for me to relinquish control to him tomorrow when I go to work. I actually don't know if I CAN, I'm such a control freak.