This is the ultimate lesson in parenting, I think (besides love, patience, and all that hippy-dippy nonsense): things change.
He's still not taking the bottle, so it wasn't my fault, after all. He's just stubborn, like his Daddy.
But, thank goodness, I think the evil, evil growth-spurt is over. He was only up once last night, and I actually got some sleep. But, as my introductory paragraph explains, I expect that now that sleeping's okay, something else will break.
That's how it goes, right?