08/10/2026
Did any of you know what a Bubby pot is? ☕👶
If you saw my latest design of Colin struggling with Penelope's notes, you surely noticed this artifact being mentioned. Well, it turns out that Bubby pots (or infant feeding pots) were the Regency era's equivalent to modern baby bottles. They looked like tiny ceramic or porcelain teapots—the iconic Wedgwood brand actually produced them in mass!—and babies would suckle directly from the spout. Since rubber ni***es didn't exist yet, caregivers would tie a piece of linen or cloth around the opening to regulate the flow of milk.
But the vessel wasn't even the worst part; it was the contents. Babies in the Ton were fed a dense mixture called "pap," which consisted of bread or flour soaked in water or cow's milk, but completely loaded with sugar or honey! A literal gastric bomb for a newborn baby's stomach.
However, the real horror story came a little later, during the 19th century with the Industrial Revolution...
To make life easier for working mothers, the market launched beautiful glass nursing bottles with super sweet names like "Little Cherub." They featured a design meant for absolute "convenience": they came with a very long rubber tube, up to 45 centimeters (18 inches) long, running from the bottom of the bottle all the way to the ni**le. That way, the bottle could be left resting in the crib, and the baby would feed itself while the adults attended to other tasks.
The massive problem? Back then, the germ theory of disease didn't exist, and that damn long rubber tube was completely impossible to clean on the inside! Warm milk and flour paste would get trapped inside the folds of the rubber. Within a matter of hours, massive colonies of deadly bacteria, like E. coli, would form.
To make matters worse, household manuals of the era (such as the famous Mrs. Beeton's book) advised that it wasn't necessary to wash the tube for weeks, claiming that a light rinse was more than enough. Since the milk rotted inside the mechanism and developed a horrific smell, parents would actually add boric acid to mask the rancid taste and odor. They were putting chemical poison directly into the baby's stomach!
The outcome was truly tragic: thousands of babies began dying from acute intestinal infections and sudden, severe diarrhea. By the late 19th century, doctors discovered that only 2 out of 10 babies raised with this system managed to survive past the age of two. This is why history eventually dubbed these inventions with the grim name of "Murder Bottles." They weren't banned entirely until the 1890s.
So, you can only imagine the collective panic our Bridgerton gentlemen are facing while trying to figure out this improvised nursery this week!
🍿 This smells remarkably foul... What is truly happening here in Mayfair? 📜
Make sure to ZOOM IN closely to read the scandalous letter held by the cat! 🔍🐈.
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First the nannies fled, then Eloise vanished, followed by Daphne driving away... And now word has reached my desk that Kate has disappeared too! But beware, for the Viscountess did not depart alone: Penelope has marched away with her in the dead of night! 😱🔥 I need your brilliant theories on this conspiracy below! The gentlemen's pride is on the line, let's talk in the comments! 👇
For I must tell you, gentle reader, that this week is one annoyance after another for our stranded husbands.
Early in the morning, before Colin even awoke, he found nought but a note upon the bed—though it must be noted that a cat had devoured half the parchment, while little Elliot slept quite placidly.
The missive was brief in the extreme. Behold poor Colin attempting to decipher how to follow the instructions Penelope left him before fleeing with Kate:
“Colin, my dearest: You will find the recipe for Elliot’s milk in the book upon the dining room table. Do not forget to use the bubby pot (never my grandmother’s porcelain teapot); you must first clean it with hot water, then add the ingredients listed in the book, and crucially, make certain Elliot drinks his bubby pot wearing his bib. Remember to feed the cat. I will only tell you not to wait up for me, because I am heading alongside Kate to—”
—...a fragment thoroughly digested by the feline.
Where on earth could Penelope and the Viscountess have escaped together? This is no longer a mere coincidence; the wives have officially joined forces with the maids in an absolute rebellion in this dark month of October.
Look closely at the parlor ruins, gentle readers. Our dear Colin is completely blinded by his book, entirely oblivious that the young heir has found a rather... creative way to catch his breakfast straight from the air! Meanwhile, Anthony is miles away holding nothing but a wooden clothespin on his nose, utterly exposed to the whims of his own miniature dictator.
Where do you think Penelope, Kate, and the rest of the ladies are hiding? Is a scandalous secret society brewing in the shadows of October?
Let’s unlock the mystery together: What is your wild prediction? Where are the women heading, and who do you think will be the first gentleman to completely lose his mind? Tell me in the comments! 👇💬📌
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