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Sugar Plum and I decided to get our own domain for SugarPlumTreasures.  So to find us now please go to SugarPlumTreasures.com Lots of interesting things happening – including a SugarPlumTreasures Etsy store on the way!

Organic Girl reviews and giveaways – is currently giving away a free Coddlelife bottle.  I am trying my hardest to win one.  These bottles intrigue me for many reasons.  They have managed to cut down on the number of pieces – when you do most of your bottle washing by hand that is a very big deal.  They are supposed to be great for babies with colic – and after Sugar Plums screaming fit this evening our bout with colic is not over yet.  And they come in both glass and polypropylene bottles. So far we a only using polypropylene bottles but as I have heard that glass bottles also reduce colic I am interested to try it out.  Can anyone explain to me why glass bottles would reduce colic?  If you use these bottles let me know what you think.

A friend showed me this article today from Parents magazine – and I got a total kick out of it.  It is entitled  “Regrets, I have a few” (it is on pg. 82-84 of Parents – June 2009 written by Merrin Dungey).  Any new moms (or old moms) and maybe even dads, should enjoy it too.  If you want kids, it will be a good look at the first few weeks, after your new bundle arrives – a warning if you will.  But understand that even though I have thought most of the things mentioned, I would never change a second of my life over the last year – I would not trade my pregnancy and my sweet Sugar Plum for anything.

Regrets, I Have a Few… by Merrin Dungey

Since I had my first child three months ago I’ve dealt with an endless string of sleepless nights, the relentless cycle of feeding and pumping and changing and comforting, and the slow realization that my life will never be the same again. Now that I’ve emerged from the fog of being a new mommy, I have a few things I need to say.
I want to start by apologizing to my vagina. I just… I just didn’t know what was going to happen. I thought it would be easy. All my life I’d been told I have “child-birthing hips.” That turned out to be a dirty lie. I pushed for three hours, and I put you, dear vagina, through hell. I did my best to protect you, and I apologize. I can only hope that the bad feelings between us can be healed. This relationship has gotten really painful, and it’s been weeks now. Please let the healing begin.
I’d also like to say I’m sorry to my husband for all my inappropriate name-calling in the delivery room and the resentment I felt because I had to carry our child for nine months and you didn’t.I will have sex with you again someday, don’t hold your breath or anything, but we’ll get there. I’ll wear attractive lingerie again as well. These grandma underpants aren’t forever!
And honey… about my boobs. While I appreciate your attempts to touch them, try to understand that they are not for you at this time. These are working breasts, they are under construction at the moment, and we appreciate your patience. It’s funny: I can see a mixture of fear and delight in your eyes at the size of them. And trust me, they are something to fear. I never thought a boob could dwarf the size of my baby’s head, but it is true. Little Emma’s bravery in attacking them day after day is impressive. I must apologize to her as well. I had no idea they would operate in a sprinkler fashion, and I have sprayed her in the face many, many times. But the way she fights through it is quite something.
I apologize to every woman whose baby shower I attended before I became a mom. All those useless stuffed animals and baby booties I bought… well, I’m sure they might have come in handy at some point, but I should have stuck to the registry and gotten things you truly needed.
I apologize once again to my husband, this time for criticizing you about the way you dress our daughter. I know she’s my very own personal doll come to life, and I like to play dress-up. But you make such weird choices. Why would you put her in a sweater when it is 85 degrees outside? It’s the middle of the day-a night-gown really? It’s bedtime, sweetheart, why is she wearing a hat? I recognize this is not America’s Next Top Model, but I do ask you to think about what makes sense sometimes. That’s all.
I must apologize to every new mom ever bumped into before I had a baby for judging your appearance. I mentally criticized your old sweatpants, your over sized T-shirts, and your haphazard ponytails. I figured you just hadn’t taken the time to get ready before you went out or were in dire need of a makeover. Now I understand those precious minutes you savor when the baby goes down for a nap- the desperation to make the most of them. I could shower! I could eat! I could sleep! Check my e-mail! Work-out! Do laundry! Have sex! (Well, maybe not just yet, but…) I could do so much if she would just sleep a little longer. Then, inevitably, there’s that sound through the baby monitor. (Stop.Wait.Listen.) Was it for real?… That was just a sneeze, right? … She’s not up,right?… Oh, please, I’m almost done eating, the coffee’s finally ready, I thought I could shower. Just five more minutes please. Just… nope. She’s up. She’s hungry. She’s wet. She’s something. And once you’ve got her fed and changed and played with her, you’re on the clock to get that errand done before it all unravels again. I get it now: There is absolutely no time for a blowout or blusher, I was a complete jerk, and I am sorry.
I see how people look at me- with that mixture of pity and disgust- in my old nursing tank covered in spit-up and the same maternity shorts I wear every day. I’m like the Elephant Man. I put my daughter in fancy clothes to compensate for the monster pushing her around. I see the stares. I know what you’re saying. Well to heck with you, you small-pants wearing Miley Cyrus fan. I just had a baby. I am not always this fat!
I guess I should apologize for my anger but in solidarity with new moms everywhere, I’m not going to.
But I would definitely like to apologize to my former self, I always thought I had a few pounds to lose and could look better. I never knew how great I had it. What I wouldn’t give to fit into my old clothes again! I look at them longingly day after day. Hi, jeans. Hello, Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress. You were all so good to me. (sniff)
I should have slowed down and enjoyed my freedom more when I had the chance. I used to beat myself up if I slept past eight or stayed out too late. I was a fool. A fool. What did I know? Oh, to do anything at all at a leisurely pace- shop, eat, read a newspaper- and anything without having to wear a monitor. Waiting. Listening. For her.
While I’m sending regrets I should apologize to my pre-baby boobs for not appreciating them enough. They were a great pair of boobs- not to big, just enough decolletage. And now… sigh… who knows what will be left of them once I stop nursing? I’m sorry, former boobs. I truly am.
I’ll never be sorry about deciding to become a mother, though. There may be no going back to my old body or my old lifestyle, but having Emma is worth everything I’ve had to give up and then some. But you already know that. 🙂

I spend time each day on a message board for moms.  It is an amazing place – with so many people to give advice and cheer you on.  Of course there is drama, you can’t have thousands of women interacting without drama!  As you get to know other moms on the boards, some you admire and some you don’t.  One mom I look up to is fighting Postpartum Depression.  I thank god daily that I do not have to fight this demon.  She is working hard to make the changes to her life that she needs to get through this tough time.  Another mom is raising her 6 month old daughter completely on her own.  I can’t imagine being alone with Sugar Plum, with no help.  I love this girl so much, but I am not sure I could do it without my husband to cheer me on.  I have learned so much from other new moms – I can’t thank them enough.

So getting home from Colorado turned out to be a bigger deal than expected.  Our plan was to fly home on Tuesday to Atlanta – unfortunately the weather and airlines combined to prevent this from happening.  While Tuesday was completely beautiful in Colorado – in Atlanta it was snowing.  Our flight home was canceled – fortunately it was easily rescheduled for the next day.   Daddy and our friends were happy to stay – I was not.  I just had to accept that I would not see Sugar Plum for another day.  When we finally did get back to Atlanta it was like time stood still!  It has never taken so long for us to get our luggage – the ski’s were sent to oversized luggage – which apparently takes days longer to manuever through the airport.  It finally arrived and we were off to the grandparents house to get our Sugar Plum.

We quickly got all of Sugar Plum’s things together to go home.  Sugar Plum quickly smiled at her daddy but did not seem to remember her momma.  The mommy guilt quickly set in – why had I left her behind, we should have taken her with us.  Once we returned home and were able to deal with a catastrophe related to a large fish tank, we were able to settle our attention 100% on Sugar Plum.  All I had to do was sing her favorite song to her – Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star – and the smiles for momma began.  All this darling girl has to do is smile and I am a puddle at  her feet.

In the days since returning home things have returned to normal.  I get to spend all the time I want with my handsome husband and sweet baby girl.  What could be better?

Daddy and I have spent the last 4 days away from our Sugar Plum.  Every year we take a ski trip to Winter Park, Colorado.  This year there were many discussions – if we were going, was it just going to be Mom and Daddy, or was Sugar Plum going to go?  Daddy was finally able to convince me that it was OK for us to go on a trip and leave Sugar Plum with her grandparents.  He really needed some time away from Sugar Plum and her colic.  Her grandparents were more than happy to take care of her for the weekend.

Our trip has been great.  Colorado is awesome as always.  The weather has been gorgeous – although a little to cold for me.  Last night we got 16 inches of snow – made for amazing conditions today.

Winter Park, Co March 2010

Being away from home has been nice – no getting up in the middle of the night for feedings, no dirty diapers, no colic induced screams.  But I miss my baby girl.  The grandparents have been getting regular phone calls, Sugar Plum is doing great.  She has started to show interest in her rattle and not only watches when her grandparents rattle it, but also will hit at it to make it rattle.

Friends have made it clear that they do not approve – that I should not be leaving Sugar Plum home without me.  Comments like “Wow – The only time I have left Timmy overnight was my “trip” to the hospital to have Jimmy!”  How are comments like that OK?  We thought long and hard about leaving our girl home for this trip.  We decided it was the best thing for our family.  Will it happen again – probably – but we also have trips planned that include our gorgeous girl.  Why are we not allowed to have Mommy and Daddy time too?  It gives us time to work on our relationship and to become better parents to our Sugar Plum.