Above: Me mixing up my formula during the three month trial.
While both products are a common staple among eightlings, it seems further that there is a glaring lack of first hand accounts of preference. Our research has indicated that this is largely due to the ongoing age discrimination suffered at the hand of 1/1th sized humans, but that is another matter for another time.
Formula is consistently nutritious, just like mom used to make. Now, don't take me wrong, I do value the family aspect of being close to my mother during meals, but for a snack on the go, the bottle just can't be beat.
Formula; On the downside…
At times the temperature of formula varies, which confuses me. I'm like, "Whoa! Where's the fire mama!" or conversely, "If it's this cold in here, shouldn't this nipple be a little stiffer?"
Like a goldfish, it's so tasty that I can, on occasion, like a goldfish, eat myself ad regurgitum.
Sometimes the elders space out and use too much or too little water. As such, it feels like I've been switched to skim milk, or conversely like someone is trying to cause me terminal constipation with a saucer of heavy cream… In either case, what gives?
Natural milk is a real treat. God knows what I should> be eating, so clearly mother's milk is where it's at, but;
Natural; On the downside…
Flavor varies to the point I'm like, "Um… garlic much?" or, "Lordy woman, did someone make a run for the border?"
When mama skimps on the nutrients, I'm stuck skimping on the nutrients. Like all, "great, what is this, a boob full of sweat? Could use some vitamins and carbs in here you know."
When it comes to saving leftovers, it's a total disaster. Let's just say the average home doesn't have the proper equipment to pasteurize or homogenize a mug of mama-moo. Best to toss it. If you can't keep up your lactation schedule, consider switching to formula. After all, it ain't fine cheese you're makin' there, mama. And formula is still, after all, "formulated".
All in all, I'm not too worried about the wild fluctuations in my diet. In the end, sure there's some gassy discomfort, but ultimately it's my staff that has to change my diapers, so it's them I pity.
