Today Todd and I went to the YMCA and took Anthony to the nursery. He's been there 3 or 4 times already, and the same lady is always there and she seems to enjoy holding him, so I was glad to see she was there again today. I let her know there was a bottle in the diaper bag just in case he got hungry. Then Todd and I were off to work out. We started on the treadmill, (since I am doing the whole c25k plan), and I was about 3 minutes into my warm-up when I realized I forgot to put my running shoes on. I had on my work shoes that are sort of like clogs, (but not the ugly plastic ones that every nurse but me seems to love) they're Merrills and they are slip-ons with no back. Definitely not a running shoe, but I refused to let that mess up my work out, so I ran in them, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. They are really comfortable shoes, I wonder if Merrill makes a running shoe. If they do I would buy it. But this isn't the point of my post, I just figured I'd mention it since I'm talking about the Y.
After our workout I went to the nursery to pick up Anthony and the lady was holding him with the bottle next to her on the couch. There was also another bottle, one that wasn't Anthony's but it was the same brand, only it was a 6 oz bottle instead of the 4 oz bottle I had. Anthony's bottle had the cap on it and didn't look like any milk was missing (but I can't be entirely sure, because I can't remember exactly how much milk was in it) and the other bottle had the cap off and was half empty. So I calmly asked the lady, "Oh, he wasn't hungry?" She said, "he ate a little bit". So then I started thinking in my mind, surely she didn't give him milk from another baby's bottle. So as I'm putting him in his car seat right next to her, I was curious which bottle she would hand to me. And then I see her pick up both bottles and look at them and move them to the other side of her, probably hoping I hadn't noticed. Then she asks me, "how old is he again?" and I of course think she is only asking to help her figure out which bottle is his. Luckily she handed me the right bottle, but I will always wonder which one she really fed him out of. I wonder if they use a nanny cam at the nursery? If it was formula it wouldn't be as bad, but the thought of my baby drinking some other woman's breastmilk is just very unsettling. I know I will never really know, so I didn't feel the need to make an issue of it, but you can bet I will have his bottles labeled in some unforgettable way next time I leave him at the Y.