After what felt like an endless cycle of testing, failing, and starting over,
I finally held it—the perfect bottle. The one I had envisioned from the very beginning.
For the first time, my children took their medicine without tears.
No more struggling, no more guilt weighing heavy on my heart.
I watched as they gripped the bottle with ease,
drinking just as they would from their favorite cup.
In that moment, I knew—this was it.
This bottle wasn’t just a product. It was a mother’s promise.
A promise that no parent should have to watch
their child cry over something meant to heal them.
A promise that safety and comfort could go hand in hand.
As I listened to the soft zzup-zzup sound my child made while drinking,
– the name felt obvious.
ZZUP. A name that carried warmth, love, and the hope
that no parent would ever feel as helpless as I once had.
ZZUP wasn’t just about medicine
—it was about care, about comfort, and about turning struggle into ease.
And now, it was ready to be shared with the world.
