This morning we had an interview at a nursery school for Pob. They were completely inflexible about the time, which overlapped with a likely feeding time for Junior. So we decided the best option was to leave Junior with our nanny, expressed milk and a bottle, and to see how they got on.
The interview went well. Pob was quite charming which was a relief given she had been very screamy all morning. She played and chatted and asked for a biscuit when the children were having their snack. She asked about the fish and told the director that her torch wasn't working so it needed new batteries. I think we passed. Whether or not we get a place is another matter as they only have 12 spots. But we did our best, and if we don't get a spot there there is a lovely nursery a bit closer which has us top of their wait list, so I think we'll be fine.
Meanwhile, since the director had kept us waiting 30 minutes, Junior was starving so the nanny had no choice but to try him with the bottle. She said he kept grizzling and refusing at first, but eventually realised it wasn't so bad, and took about 100mls (3 oz and a bit).
It's a relief to know he will take a bottle, but I have to confess to also feeling a bit sad. I know this is not a rejection of me, but it's also only the second feed he's had without me since he was born (the first was one overnight feed when he had jaundice in the hospital and was fed in the nursery while I was pumping). It's a step away from the close - perhaps too exclusive? - relationship that we've had.
Anyway, I've now pumped 180mls so I guess the boobs were ready to feed him. I will focus on knowing it's good to know that we have the flexibility of the bottle if we need it.