The moment I held the first prototype,
I felt a rush of excitement—until I tested it.
It leaked. It wasn’t practical.
It wasn’t something I could trust for my own child,
let alone other parents.
My heart sank, but I knew giving up wasn’t an option.
I went back to the drawing board, adjusting materials,
reworking the design, and testing new structures.
I lost count of how many times I made modifications,
only to find new flaws.
Each failed attempt was frustrating,
but each one also brought me closer to the solution.
Testing became a family effort.
My children unknowingly became my little product testers,
gripping the bottles, drinking from them,
sometimes even throwing them across the room.
Every small improvement, every adjustment,
brought me closer to creating something –
truly safe, sturdy, and easy to use.
It wasn’t just about making a bottle—
it was about creating peace of mind for parents like me.
And I wasn’t going to stop until I got it right.
