I am sure most of you have heard of buyer's remorse. That sadness you can feel and self-doubt about a purchase you have made. Well, I do believe Peter has biter's remorse.
The past several days he's been trying to attempt to nurse in the morning. His chubby hand reaches for my chest accompanied with this pathetic wailing cry. "No, Peter. No nursie. All done. Here's 'ba-ba'(bottle)."
I'm sure formula is no where as good as the "real deal". But he made a choice. He bit the tar out of me over and over... and now, the poor dear has regret.