She's teething so her sleep pattern has changed which means, in Soup Nazi voice, "No sleep for you"! I'm tired and have been tired since being pregnant. My rule of no bottles to bed quickly fell faster then turkey sh*t slinding through a tin can- if it makes her sleep then so be it. So I gave her a bottle to bed and tired as I am, experienced screwed-tightly-failure. The nipple wasn't screwed tight so her muffled cries were from her crying into an empty bottle most likely in utter (funny how fitting the word 'utter' is and so close to 'udder', I digress) shock and confusion with milk every where! Poor poor thing...poor wet thing.
"Mommy was so so sorry and so sleepy," I echoed repeatedly to calm us both down more so me; she was just in shock and probably wondered if she would get a new bottle. My ppa had me thinking she somehow could've drowned! However ocd (luckily) kicked in and needed to clean everything up right away to fend off possibly deadly forms of mold that were most likely beginning to grow. Phew.