No resources. No experience.
Just an idea born from love and necessity.
That’s all I had when I began this journey.
Turning a fleeting thought into
an actual product seemed impossible,
but my child’s needs—and my determination
—left me with no other choice.
I started by reaching out to 100 parents,
eager to hear their stories.
Their frustrations mirrored mine:
concerns about safety, the struggle of administering medicine,
and the lack of sustainable alternatives to disposable bottles.
Their support lit a spark in me.
Maybe I really could make a difference.
Every night, after my children were finally asleep,
I sat at my small desk, driven by that spark.
I had no idea where to begin, but I started with what I could do:
researching materials, sketching designs,
and reaching out to manufacturers who might listen.
Each search felt like an uphill battle, and countless nights
ended with no progress. But I refused to give up.
After a full year of trial and error,
the first silicone bottle prototype arrived.
I still remember holding it in my hands—a moment of triumph and disbelief.
But my excitement quickly faded.
The design wasn’t practical. It had flaws.
It wasn’t ready to be used, even by my own child.
I realized this was just the beginning.
The prototype wasn’t perfect, but it was proof that I was moving forward.
With each misstep, I learned. With each failure, I grew.
And with every step, I got closer to creating something truly meaningful.
