There are two that stand out for me. Both are from the '80s. One is because of the song. And the other because it was infectiously quoted by football loving schoolboys across the country. During those days milk was delivered every day to our door in a bottle with either a silver, blue or red top. I even think there was gold top too.
Why am I boring you about this? To lightheartedly move on to the most heart-wrenching decision Erin and I have had to make in Aidan's short life. He's now going to be fed from the bottle. He's 1 month old today and hasn't taken to nursing so we're going with this.
We've always wanted the best for him. It's supposed to be mother's milk but we think by having food we can monitor, calm feeding sessions and less stressful parents, he'll be getting the best care his family can provide.
Aidan is now going to get his milk delivered when he wants it. It'll be in a sterilised bottle with a blue top on it. Let's hope he drinks it up and plays for someone better than Accrington Stanley - who are they?
1 comment:
Exactly.
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