<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;DkUNSHw4fip7ImA9Wx9VF0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981</id><updated>2011-02-03T09:31:39.236-08:00</updated><title>Sweet Pea Baby Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>One Mother's Manual for Raising Her Baby</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0MBRX07eSp7ImA9Wx9RE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-3359497393616360447</id><published>2010-12-14T10:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T10:30:54.301-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-12-14T10:30:54.301-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>Can someone please press "STOP"...or at least "PAUSE"??</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to get stuck in one schedule and just keep on going like the "stop" or "pause" buttons are broken.&amp;nbsp; This has been my life recently.&amp;nbsp; With all of the holiday happenings: Thanksgiving, Christmas shopping, cookie parties, play group parties, work parties, decorating the house, more Christmas parties, etc. etc. etc., I've barely had a chance to have life as I know it.&amp;nbsp; Then, when you toss in a child, the fast forward button seems to be pushed.&amp;nbsp; Days fly by and before I know it, it's less than two weeks until Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't really have a way to stop this, but thought I'd share that this is what I'm going through right now.&amp;nbsp; While it is a blast, it is also a little bit crazy.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully you're finding ways to stop and smell the pine of the Christmas trees.&amp;nbsp; Let me know how you do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-3359497393616360447?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3359497393616360447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-someone-please-press-stopor-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/3359497393616360447?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/3359497393616360447?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/12/can-someone-please-press-stopor-at.html' title='Can someone please press &quot;STOP&quot;...or at least &quot;PAUSE&quot;??'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0IBSH85eSp7ImA9Wx9TEEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-4043167735595368772</id><published>2010-11-17T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:25:59.121-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-17T22:25:59.121-08:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title>Bummis' Bio Soft Liners</title><content type='html'>Changes happen all the time.&amp;nbsp; I loved the change when my darling daughter went from crying all the time to smiling, giggling, and sleeping 12, long, joyous hours at night.&amp;nbsp; These are the good changes that every mother looks forward to.&amp;nbsp; I loved the excitement of teaching my baby how to say "ma ma" (even though the "D" word came first), watching her little fingers learn how to grasp objects, and eventually learning to eat solid foods and drink water.&amp;nbsp; Oh, how some changes can be wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;
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But, even the wonderful changes have their downfalls.&amp;nbsp; The excitement of introducing solid food to babies inevitably brings with it the change of the not-so-smelly (especially if breastfed) poops to the ever-poignant aroma of digested peaches, apples, chicken, green beans, carrots, mangoes, rice cereal...you get the picture (dare I need to show you one?!).&amp;nbsp; And, when you add cloth diapers to this ever-expanding picture, things really do get a bit sticky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's where Bummis' Bio Soft liners come in.&amp;nbsp; The liners come in two different sizes.&amp;nbsp; I didn't even bother with the small, but went straight to the large.&amp;nbsp; It worked just fine.&amp;nbsp; You simply add the liner to the top of the diaper in order to keep that sticky, peanut butter consistency off the cloth diaper so that it can simply be flushed down the toilet.&amp;nbsp; Then, you wash the diaper as normal: no scrubbing at all!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, all of this sounds a lot easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; While I am now a huge fan of Bummis' liners, there are some tricks to using them.&amp;nbsp; First, because Baby is now on solid food, that probably also means that Baby is big enough to squirm, kick, roll, and do everything else in his/her power to not have a proper diaper change.&amp;nbsp; When you add prefolds into this mix, doing an angel fold becomes a bit more complex.&amp;nbsp; You cannot pre-arrange the diaper and expect that Baby will stay nice and still while you add the liner to the top in just the right manner so that it stays in place and the diaper is covered.&amp;nbsp; It may take a while to experiment with the best way to arrange the prefold - it took me about a week.&amp;nbsp; When using pocket or AIO diapers, the liners would be a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;
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This may sound like a lot of work, but I still think it's worth it in the end.&amp;nbsp; Not only are you still saving money by using cloth diapers, but you're also saving time by not having to stand over the toilet scrubbing diapers.&amp;nbsp; Plus, you can still travel out and about with Baby in cloth diapers - just needing to visit a restroom for #2 and simply disposing of those #1 liners in the waste.&lt;br /&gt;
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The only other downfall to these liners is that they are not reusable.&amp;nbsp; While the packaging doesn't say that they're resuable, I attempted washing the #1 liners.&amp;nbsp; After all, why waste the liner if it's not been used for its purpose?&amp;nbsp; Well, the liners disintegrated in the wash...which made me feel better about flushing those #2 liners down the drain - knowing they disintegrate easily.&lt;br /&gt;
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The last note I have regarding Bummis' Bio Soft liners is that they truly are soft.&amp;nbsp; Compared to the other disposable liners I bought, these had the best feel to them.&amp;nbsp; I have been impressed and will continue to use these.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're interested in purchasing Bummis' Bio Soft Liners...&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, I quickly learned that, no matter what theory I used to approach solid foods, my daughter was going to do or want the opposite.&amp;nbsp; Trying to introduce solid foods became so difficult and time-consuming for me that I finally just gave in and found the one method that my daughter would eat, with the one food she would eat:&amp;nbsp; chicken with brown rice on a gigantic wooden spoon.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, most manuals and baby food books say not to introduce meats as a first food.&amp;nbsp; This wasn't the first food that I tried to introduce.&amp;nbsp; We started with avocados, then carrots, apples, rice cereal, peas, and green beans.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She didn't like anything.&amp;nbsp; I tried feeding her from a the plastic-lined spoons, wider baby spoons, regular spoons, and as finger food.&amp;nbsp; She wanted nothing to do with any of it.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I realized that she loves to play with my wooden spoons.&amp;nbsp; She also loves to put these in her mouth.&amp;nbsp; She also likes extremely bland food.&amp;nbsp; So, we tried the chicken on the wooden spoon and...IT WORKED!&lt;br /&gt;
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For one month, the only way I could introduce any food to my daughter was on the wooden spoon.&amp;nbsp; Eventually, she began to like other foods and she began to eat on the regular baby spoons.&amp;nbsp; But, I learned a very important thing.&amp;nbsp; No matter what you read or what you know, your baby is going to have something else planned for you.&amp;nbsp; You have to think creatively in order to resolve the challenges that Baby tries to give you.&amp;nbsp; After all, we are smarter than our babies...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-6707811970793406435?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6707811970793406435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-smarter-than-babyright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6707811970793406435?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6707811970793406435?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-smarter-than-babyright.html' title='I am smarter than a baby...right?'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YASX89fSp7ImA9Wx5bGEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-2499091402793730705</id><published>2010-11-03T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:12:28.165-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-03T23:12:28.165-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>To thine own self be true</title><content type='html'>Shakespeare was a smart man...that might be an understatement, but needless to say he knew a bit about life.&amp;nbsp; And, this is something that I - as a mother - strive to have.&amp;nbsp; The problem comes when I look at all of the other mothers around me and realize that they're doing such a better job at being a mother.&amp;nbsp; I try to do the things that they do, but I fail.&amp;nbsp; So, I'm going to take a little Shakespearean advice and be true to my own self.&lt;br /&gt;
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I teach a lot of fitness classes and, during these, continually remind my clients that no two people have the same body.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, no two people's bodies will function exactly the same.&amp;nbsp; We have to recognize the movements and strengths within our own bodies and then realize the limitations that we have so that we don't injure ourselves.&amp;nbsp; This thought is also true with life and being a mother.&amp;nbsp; No two mothers are the same.&amp;nbsp; And, each of us has our own strengths and limitations.&amp;nbsp; Realizing and incorporating these into our lives is important so that, just as in exercise, we don't injure ourselves.&amp;nbsp; While this injury may not always be physical, the emotional and mental damages can be just as devastating.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here's an activity for all of you to do...take five minutes during your day to just sit and breathe.&amp;nbsp; Think about what you're good at and what you're not good at.&amp;nbsp; For me, I'm good at laughing - I LOVE to do it and I love to make my baby laugh.&amp;nbsp; I'm not good at leaving my baby by herself so that I can do other things.&amp;nbsp; She is almost always attached to me.&amp;nbsp; Now, I've realized how to incorporate these things into my daily life so that I can better function as a mom and a woman.&amp;nbsp; I have found that my daughter loves to play with blocks and balls.&amp;nbsp; I found this while trying to make my daughter laugh.&amp;nbsp; Now, I have realized that I can set my daughter down with the blocks and/or balls and she will be happy playing for a few minutes while I go change a load of laundry or run to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; Granted, I still have my limitation that I don't like to be away from her, but I've been able to adapt and work on my own weaknesses as a mom.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being true to myself with what I can and cannot (or will not) do has helped me to realize that I don't need to be exactly like the perfect moms that I see all around me.&amp;nbsp; In fact, if I were to ask, I bet none of those moms would think they're perfect.&amp;nbsp; I am a good mom when I show my daughter what it means to be true to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-2499091402793730705?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2499091402793730705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/2499091402793730705?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/2499091402793730705?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-thine-own-self-be-true.html' title='To thine own self be true'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;Ck4MQnc7fyp7ImA9Wx5bF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-8432090372722263897</id><published>2010-11-03T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T06:29:43.907-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-03T06:29:43.907-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title>Out and About</title><content type='html'>When my husband and I first started using cloth diapers, we decided that we were only going to use them around the house.&amp;nbsp; It sounded way too difficult to travel with cloth diapers and, after all, that would still save us a lot of money.&amp;nbsp; Eight months later...I love cloth diapers so much that I almost exclusively use them.&amp;nbsp; The only time we don't use them is at night.&amp;nbsp; So, during the week I only use seven - maybe eight - sposies...that's approximately $2 per week spent on sposies (or 23 weeks to use one package of diapers...you'll change sizes before you run out!).&lt;br /&gt;
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There are many misconceptions to using cloth diapers while out and about (for your day-to-day errands - we'll discuss long-term travel in a future blog).&amp;nbsp; Some people think that it's too much of a mess (or smell).&amp;nbsp; Others think that it's too difficult to change CDs on the run.&amp;nbsp; Even more think it's easier to use sposies.&amp;nbsp; Well, let's take a look at these situations:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. MYTH: It's too much of a mess (or smell)&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FACT: Depending on the type of wet bag you buy (I'll have some reviews in the near future), there is little to no smell while traveling with dirty/wet diapers.&amp;nbsp; You don't want to use just any bag (plastic store bags will most certainly tinge your diaper bag with one of the most unpleasant aromas I've ever experienced).&amp;nbsp; You want to use a bag that is specifically made for cloth diapering.&amp;nbsp; These often have antibacterial properties to completely absorb both the scent and sense of all that's associated with diapers.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; MYTH: It's too difficult to change CDs on the run&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FACT: It's difficult to change any diaper on the run.&amp;nbsp; So, there's really no difference in whether or not it's a cloth diaper or sposie.&amp;nbsp; Using the method that you are most comfortable with is important because you will have limited space (whether it's a bathroom stall, the backseat of the car, or grassy area).&amp;nbsp; If you don't think you'll be comfortable changing a prefold and cover while out and about, buy a few AIOs or pocket diapers.&amp;nbsp; They'll take up a bit more room in your diaper bag, but can help you feel at ease while still saving money and the environment.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; MYTH: Sposies are easier&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FACT: Many places (at least in my city) are now putting signs up saying not to dispose of any diaper in their waste containers due to health concerns.&amp;nbsp; Therefore, you may still need to carry around a dirty diaper until you find a place where you can properly dispose of it.&amp;nbsp; If you're going to have to carry around the diaper anyways, why not make it a cloth?&amp;nbsp; Plus, with the ease of AIOs and pockets, the only thing different is the material the diaper is made of.&amp;nbsp; The application process is exactly the same.&lt;br /&gt;
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Traveling or running errands does not mean the end of your cloth diapering experience.&amp;nbsp; However, there is preparation needed.&amp;nbsp; If you are going to spend a day traveling around town, you will need to think ahead so that you remember all of your cloth diapering needs (prefolds, an extra cover, Snappi, wet bag, and cloth wipes and diaper spray - if using).&amp;nbsp; But, there's truly no more preparation than if you were preparing for a day out with sposies.&amp;nbsp; It's a simple matter of recognizing what you typically use during a diaper change and assuring that you have it with you.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, next time you need to run a few errands, why not try to take those cloth diapers with you...save that money and the environment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-8432090372722263897?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8432090372722263897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-and-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/8432090372722263897?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/8432090372722263897?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/11/out-and-about.html' title='Out and About'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04ERH48cCp7ImA9Wx5bF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-1402193954867357994</id><published>2010-11-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:25:05.078-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-11-02T22:25:05.078-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title>Happy Heinys One-Size Pocket Diapers</title><content type='html'>So, you've decided that prefolds and diaper covers is just too much work for you and/or you don't want to deal with the mess of touching a dirty diaper.&amp;nbsp; But, the AIOs are just too expensive.&amp;nbsp; Well, a nice alternative may be Happy Heinys one-size pocket diapers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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The benefits of using any pocket diaper is that they are similar to an AIO, but you can easily add more or less absorbency with the inserts.&amp;nbsp; Personally, I always use at least two inserts (one longer than the other) in order to protect against leaks.&amp;nbsp; These are also great to use with babysitters or other people who may not be familiar with the intricacies of cloth diapering.&amp;nbsp; Laundering is easy because you do not need to take the inserts out.&amp;nbsp; You simply toss the entire diaper into the wash and the inserts come out during the cycle.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Heinys makes a durable pocket diaper that grows with Baby.&amp;nbsp; The snaps allow for growth from about 8 pounds to over 20.&amp;nbsp; The Velcro fasteners allow for a comfortable fit around the legs and belly.&amp;nbsp; The covers are also very cute - I chose the animal prints. &lt;br /&gt;
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The downfall of this pocket diaper is that, when you do have a very full diaper, leak potential is higher since there are no leg gussets or second method of protection against leaks once Baby becomes mobile.&amp;nbsp; There also is not an elastic band around the belly and back to prevent those powerful up-the-back blowouts.&amp;nbsp; You can increase the size of the diaper as the output grows, but it only increases so much, and we all know just how powerful some of those blowouts can be!&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, if you want to try an easy form of cloth diapering, give Happy Heinys a try.&amp;nbsp; I'll continue to use these diapers in my rotation - mainly after we've had our daily poopy diaper.&amp;nbsp; They are highly durable through multiple washes and material gets softer with each wash, making me very happy to have my child wear them.&amp;nbsp; These are so easy to use that you could have them handy just for those special nights out when you don't want Baby to wear a sposie just because your sitter doesn't know how to use cloth diapers.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whether or not you're worried about saving the environment or saving your money, cloth wipes make sense.&amp;nbsp; When you use anywhere from one wipe to the entire package just to clean Baby's bottom, you're just tossing waste and money into the garbage...not to mention putting unneeded chemicals onto Baby's bottom.&amp;nbsp; Cloth wipes are an amazing tool that most people don't even think about.&amp;nbsp; Not only are they reusable, but they cost next to nothing to either make or buy.&amp;nbsp; They are also much more efficient at cleaning that precious little bottom since they act more like a washcloth (which you can also use as wipes) than a regular wipe.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first started changing my baby's diapers, I noticed that the traditional, disposable wipes seemed to just move the mess around.&amp;nbsp; They also weren't absorbent when Baby began to poop or pee during the diaper change - thus leading to an even bigger mess to clean.&amp;nbsp; Baby also developed diaper rash nearly every other day despite constant diaper changes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once I switched to cloth wipes, I found that they were much more efficient at cleaning those messy diapers and I was able to use the wipes to absorb anything that came my way during the change.&amp;nbsp; I also noticed that, with the use of cloth wipes and just water or a shampoo/water mixture in one of the foaming soap containers, Baby's diaper rash was non-existent.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I still travel with the traditional disposable wipes (due to ease of always having enough for any diaper change),&amp;nbsp; I have managed to only go through a very minimal amount of disposable wipes in seven months and only purchased four dozen wipes (more than enough to last until a load of diapers needs to be washed).&amp;nbsp; I wash the wipes with the diapers (in the same detergent and on a heavy duty cycle), but they have managed to keep their absorbency and quality build for the past seven months.&amp;nbsp; I foresee that they will last me a much longer time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not saying that romance is gone.&amp;nbsp; Quite the opposite...romance is still very present and needed in my life.&amp;nbsp; However, it's different.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine once showed me the book &lt;i&gt;Porn for New Moms&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I didn't completely understand it at the time (I hadn't yet had children), but it made me laugh.&amp;nbsp; The very thought of a man coming home and offering to take the baby so that mom can get a bath or go out with girlfriends seemed ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; Now, I completely understand the concept!&lt;br /&gt;
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As a mom, we want romance.&amp;nbsp; But, what really is romance?&amp;nbsp; I think that it's feeling appreciated for the person we are and feeling as though we're a part of a team.&amp;nbsp; I want my husband to look at me and know exactly what I'm feeling and what I need without having to tell him.&amp;nbsp; As a mother, I crave feeling like an adult, but so often my life don't allow this.&lt;br /&gt;
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When my husband comes home and offers to take Baby or when he knows there's a poopy diaper yet doesn't hand her back to me, this is romance.&amp;nbsp; He is recognizing that he too is a part of our relationship and respecting the fact that I've been home all day with Baby - unable to have anyone else help with her care.&amp;nbsp; By giving me a minimum of five minutes alone (not changing a diaper or being spit up on), I feel closer to my husband than if he were to bring home a dozen roses (Sweetie, if you're reading this, just know that a dozen roses will always be accepted).&amp;nbsp; The more ways that my husband helps, the sexier he becomes to me.&amp;nbsp; And, saying this as tactfully as I can, the sexier my husband is, the more my response isn't going to be "I just want to go to sleep" when he asks me what I want to do that evening.&lt;br /&gt;
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With all this in mind.&amp;nbsp; I've made a list of the things that are romantic to me.&amp;nbsp; Be sure to leave a comment with how you like to be romanced.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;A home-cooked meal (that I didn't prepare)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A surprise babysitter (that I didn't have to schedule)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The hubby watches Baby while I go out with girlfriends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A surprise back massage because my husband realizes I've been carrying Baby around all day&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The hubby watches Baby so I can get a bath&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Daddy reading to Baby&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Daddy interacting with Baby&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;The hubby folding a load of diapers or baby clothes (or any other load of laundry)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A daddy who attempts to accessorize his daughter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;A daddy who has fallen asleep with Baby so that Mommy could do other work&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Pregnancy, both pre-natal and post-partum, is a time of emotional highs and lows.&amp;nbsp; People say stupid things to us (that's a separate blog issue), we gain weight, hair grows in odd places, we lose hair, our skin changes, and we have these lovely lines developing on our bodies.&amp;nbsp; Basically, a lot of things we didn't know would happen - or didn't think would happen - occur.&amp;nbsp; During nine months of pregnancy and many, many, many months (or years) afterwards, we develop a self-consciousness about ourselves and our bodies.&amp;nbsp; It's not the body we're used to.&amp;nbsp; Our body becomes alien to us.&lt;br /&gt;
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The good news is that we can still feel good while going through all these changes.&amp;nbsp; For you, it may not be wearing the right pair of shoes.&amp;nbsp; It may be taking the time to fix your hair, painting your toes, reading a good book, watching your favorite TV show, going to your favorite restaurant, or any other thing that makes you happy.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be for you.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finding the time to have even the tiniest bit of focus on yourself can do amazing things for your emotional state.&amp;nbsp; Not only will you feel better about yourself - and all of the changes occurring - but this attitude will emanate to your family.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some rainy day you might see me walking into the coffee shop: I didn't have time to take a shower and I have spit up running down the side of my sweater.&amp;nbsp; Take a look at my shoes and you'll know that I've decided to take control of my emotions and all the chaos in my life.&amp;nbsp; What have you found that changes your attitudes and makes you happy?&amp;nbsp; Be sure to leave a comment below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-3527242534028282276?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3527242534028282276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-may-have-spit-up-all-over-me-but-at.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/3527242534028282276?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/3527242534028282276?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-may-have-spit-up-all-over-me-but-at.html' title='I may have spit up all over me, but at least I&apos;m wearing heels'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_asY5kspBycQ/TLfZU2wzpSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/bq2_0fTP7M0/s72-c/100_2861.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0YMRXk9fCp7ImA9Wx5VGEg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-1478554639951508699</id><published>2010-10-11T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:53:04.764-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-11T21:53:04.764-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title>Snappies</title><content type='html'>Every once in a while, I find a piece of technology that ultimately changes the way I think about life.&amp;nbsp; In the '80s, it was my crimper.&amp;nbsp; In the '90s, it was my walkman.&amp;nbsp; In the '00s, it was Frizz-Ease and hair straightners.&amp;nbsp; Now that I'm a mom, this new technology that has revolutionized my life is the Snappi.&lt;br /&gt;
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When most people think about cloth diapering, they think about diaper pins to hold the diaper together.&amp;nbsp; Well, you no longer have to fumble around, worrying that you're going to prick either yourself or your little, squirmy bundle of joy.&amp;nbsp; In come Snappies...these are your easy-to-use, can't-live-without, diapering accessory for anyone that is using prefolds and diaper covers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Snappies look like a "T" with Ace bandage claws at each end.&amp;nbsp; After angel folding your diaper, you simply grip the Snappi to one side, then the opposite side, and then down the center.&amp;nbsp; It's really as easy as 1 - 2 - 3!&amp;nbsp; The Snappi allows for easy adjustment of the prefold in order to attain a snug fit and; therefore, limited leaks.&amp;nbsp; Giving you a great first barrier to anything Baby has (beginning with those first month breastmilk poops to the solid food stages).&lt;br /&gt;
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What's even better is that Snappies are economical.&amp;nbsp; You can purchase a 3-pack of Snappies for less than $8.&amp;nbsp; And, this 3-pack will last you until you need to buy the next size (there are two sizes: infant and toddler).&amp;nbsp; You'll also save money while these fasteners are helping to contain leaks since you won't need as many covers!&lt;br /&gt;
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This may seem like such a simple piece of technology - or not even a technology at all - but I can guarantee they will revolutionize your cloth diapering experience.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, there are other people out there who are able to help us!&amp;nbsp; This is where my friend, and health counselor, Michelle comes in.&amp;nbsp; Michelle has been counseling men and women around the country about maintaining a healthy lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; Now, Michelle is bringing her knowledge and experience to any woman who is thinking about pregnancy, is pregnant, or wants to get pregnant again. Be sure to sign up for Michelle's latest e-course, &lt;a href="http://findyourbalancehealth.com/2010/09/building-a-baby-ready-body/"&gt;Building a Baby Ready Body&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This course is sure to provide you with information about how to properly care for your body as you begin to consider pregnancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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While you're on Michelle's site, be sure to check out some of her phenomenal recipes.&amp;nbsp; She's got some amazing foods that are sure to cure any pregnant woman's cravings...my favorites being the crispy kale chips and the red velvet coconut muffins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-739111471724706296?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/739111471724706296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-youre-thinking-about-trying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/739111471724706296?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/739111471724706296?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-youre-thinking-about-trying.html' title='So, you&apos;re thinking about trying...'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4CQX8yeyp7ImA9Wx5VFUg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-6041806777089586579</id><published>2010-10-08T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:12:40.193-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-08T10:12:40.193-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title>Breastfeeding: Top 10</title><content type='html'>I've had several requests for another post about breastfeeding.&amp;nbsp; So, here it is!&lt;br /&gt;
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Before having a baby, I thought that breastfeeding was going to be easy.&amp;nbsp; After all, it's an innate practice of all mammals.&amp;nbsp; How hard can it really be?&amp;nbsp; Now, after seven months of breastfeeding, I can tell you that it is not easy.&amp;nbsp; BUT, the good news is, it gets easier! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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As I've mentioned in previous blogs, I had a horrible time beginning with breastfeeding.&amp;nbsp; It was extremely painful and I dreaded nursing times.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a horrible mom.&amp;nbsp; I didn't want to feed my child because I knew the pain that I was going to have to endure.&amp;nbsp; There are moments - through pure exhaustion - when I couldn't control myself and screamed.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully, I had a husband who was supportive and continued to encourage me and provide all of the support that he could in the form of talking to me, rubbing my back and shoulders, and assuring me that things would get better.&lt;br /&gt;
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We all know that breastmilk is the absolute best nutrition that we can offer to our infants.&amp;nbsp; If you've read anything about formula, you'll see that it is constantly changing.&amp;nbsp; New additions are being added every year to try to add that one more ingredient that will make it just as good as the real deal.&amp;nbsp; But, year after year, they find out that it still isn't close.&amp;nbsp; There is just something about our bodies that knows how to properly nurture our baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, more and more milk bank locations are opening around the U.S. to help out women who are unable to nurse their babies.&amp;nbsp; These milk banks also accept donations from anyone who has been pre-screened and has over 100 ounces of milk to donate.&amp;nbsp; If you're unable to nurse, it may be something you check into.&lt;br /&gt;
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For those who are able and wanting to nurse, but are having difficulties, here are my top 10 suggestions:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Relax!&lt;br /&gt;
2. Find help - either in the form of an encouraging doctor, nurse, lactation specialist, or friend.&lt;br /&gt;
3. Realize that there is no science to nursing.&amp;nbsp; It's an art, so it's not the same for every woman or baby.&amp;nbsp; Find your own groove!&lt;br /&gt;
4. Don't be afraid to ask for second opinions.&amp;nbsp; The more you know, the more you can adjust your own style.&lt;br /&gt;
5. Talk to other moms - you'll realize you're not alone!&lt;br /&gt;
6. Do it in the shower!&amp;nbsp; Now, the "it" I'm referring to is nursing.&amp;nbsp; My shower has a seat in it where I was able to sit and relax.&amp;nbsp; The steam helped the milk let down and my baby was calmed by the warmth of the shower and being skin to skin with me.&lt;br /&gt;
7. Use nipple creams or your own breastmilk to heal your nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
8. If it becomes too painful, go to your doctor to verify you don't have an infection or other problem.&lt;br /&gt;
9. Try different positions.&lt;br /&gt;
10. If you must go to bottle feeding, don't feel bad.&amp;nbsp; Nursing does not make you a great mom; the fact you're trying everything to make sure your baby gets the best is what makes you already a great mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-6041806777089586579?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6041806777089586579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/breastfeeding-day-one.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6041806777089586579?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6041806777089586579?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/breastfeeding-day-one.html' title='Breastfeeding: Top 10'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04HR3Y9eCp7ImA9Wx5VFE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-2343068300291151245</id><published>2010-10-06T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:12:16.860-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-06T23:12:16.860-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby manuals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>From Pumping Iron to Pumping...Baby?</title><content type='html'>Exercise can either be a good or bad thing depending on your personality, past experiences, and lifestyle.&amp;nbsp; But, there's no doubt that exercise, whether you like it or not, is a fact of life once you become a parent.&lt;br /&gt;
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The first few weeks after we brought Baby home, the only way to calm her was to walk up and down the stairs in our house.&amp;nbsp; We did this over and over and over - all through the day and the night.&amp;nbsp; My husband and I would take turns and our calves turned into rock solid muscle.&amp;nbsp; As Baby began to get bored with the stairs, I had to develop some creativity.&amp;nbsp; We would bounce on the ball (a core balancing exercise), do sit ups on the ball (an ab/oblique workout), and even do squats against the wall with the ball (a quad/hamstring/glute workout).&amp;nbsp; As Baby grew and gained more weight, my biceps and triceps developed into a sculpted phenomenon of which I had only previously dreamed.&amp;nbsp; I even managed to work in some deltoid/rhomboid/trap (shoulder and upper back) action while entertaining Baby.&amp;nbsp; I was working out every major muscle system in my body.&lt;br /&gt;
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I managed to disguise my workouts into Baby-pleasing activities that not only helped me lose the weight I had gained, but also allowed parts of my body to develop more than when I had been practicing sports on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; And, this time it was fun and functional!&amp;nbsp; Baby was happy, I was happy - making my entire family happy!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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So, if you're having a hard time motivating yourself to lose those extra pounds from your baby, why not think about adding Baby into your exercise routine?&amp;nbsp; Those little smiles you get will help keep you motivated and on track.&amp;nbsp; If they don't, find a friend to go on a walk with.&amp;nbsp; Enjoy the last few days of nice weather before winter sets in.&amp;nbsp; Not only will you be helping your body, but you'll be teaching your child a valuable lesson in wellness.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I first became a mom, I was faced with many challenges; however, I didn't recognize them as challenges.&amp;nbsp; I thought that these were mistakes within my own abilities at being a mom.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I was doing the wrong things.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I was a failure.&amp;nbsp; But, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Learning how to recognize the challenges of motherhood is important in order to properly face each challenge.&amp;nbsp; The challenges begin with the simple task of recognizing the basic needs of Baby.&amp;nbsp; When is he/she hungry, sleepy, gassy, dirty, bored, cold, etc.?&amp;nbsp; These are the small challenges and, if you pay attention, you eventually figure them out.&amp;nbsp; The riddle is solved! But, the challenges get bigger and bigger with each day.&amp;nbsp; And, with each new challenge comes new innovations, new solutions, and greater mom intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone might see a mom singing "Old McDonald" to her child and think that this is an easy task.&amp;nbsp; But, I beg to differ. That mom probably isn't just singing a simple song to her child.&amp;nbsp; No, she is handling a larger responsibility.&amp;nbsp; She is educating, entertaining, creating imagination, communicating, counseling, and more.&amp;nbsp; With one song, a mother can successfully fulfill many of the child's needs.&lt;br /&gt;
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The wonder of it all...years from now, no one is going to remember the projects that I designed at work.&amp;nbsp; My clients may not remember my name.&amp;nbsp; My colleagues will retire.&amp;nbsp; I will be forgotten.&amp;nbsp; But, during the minutes it takes me to sing a simple song to my child, I have conquered the world.&amp;nbsp; I have taught my child what it means to be a mom, to laugh, smile, and love.&amp;nbsp; What greater challenge is there?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=swee07b-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0011NMG6Q&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=swee07b-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1848981694&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=swee07b-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=B0009X77G8&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-6476979324974929395?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6476979324974929395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenge-of-old-mcdonald.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6476979324974929395?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/6476979324974929395?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/challenge-of-old-mcdonald.html' title='The Challenge of Old McDonald'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAHQ3w9fSp7ImA9Wx5VEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-661938238572279292</id><published>2010-10-04T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T11:25:32.265-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-04T11:25:32.265-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby manuals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>Establishing a Potty Routine</title><content type='html'>None of us really remember how we learned to go to the bathroom.&amp;nbsp; To us, it's simpler than almost any other function we do.&amp;nbsp; But, when you have a child all of that changes.&lt;br /&gt;
Now, most of you probably think that this blog is going to be about potty training your child.&amp;nbsp; Well, it's not.&amp;nbsp; Let's face it; there's a lot that needs to be learned about "going potty" even before you get to potty training.&amp;nbsp; I won't get into the details of going to the bathroom after delivery...I don't want to scare away any blog readers who haven't yet had children.&amp;nbsp; No, let's talk about going to the bathroom when you have nowhere to put Baby.&amp;nbsp; The obvious decision is then to retrain yourself in how to go to the bathroom with Baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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As women, we know how to effectively use public restrooms.&amp;nbsp; We can hover, squat, and maneuver our bodies into positions so that we never have to touch the toilet seat.&amp;nbsp; But, you add a child to this equation and things become a little bit more difficult.&amp;nbsp; Usually, you hope to have someone you know who can hold Baby while you go to the bathroom by yourself.&amp;nbsp; However, this isn't always a possibility.&amp;nbsp; You might try to "hold it" until you return to the privacy of your own home so that you can put Baby in his/her crib or somewhere that you trust and know is clean.&amp;nbsp; But, there will undoubtedly be those times when you must use a public restroom by yourself with Baby.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some public restrooms are considerate of their customers who are mothers.&amp;nbsp; They include the changing table in the handicap stall so that you can secure the younger babies while you use the restroom.&amp;nbsp; Other restroom designers do not consider this difficulty - most certainly these designers are men.&amp;nbsp; They either install the changing table so that it opens directly over the toilet or they do not have a stall where you can put Baby somewhere while you do your thing.&amp;nbsp; This is when we, as mothers, must become creative.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm not a person who trusts public restrooms.&amp;nbsp; While some may appear to be clean, I will never sit my child on the floor - even for the necessity of emptying my bladder.&amp;nbsp; I'd rather risk embarrassment dancing the "potty dance"!&amp;nbsp; So, the only other possibility is learning how to properly use the restroom with your child.&amp;nbsp; Here are my pointers:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. While Baby is still able to fit into a pumpkin seat, always bring it into the restroom with you.&amp;nbsp; You can safely put Baby in the seat while you do your thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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2. Learning to maneuver yourself so that you can potty while holding Baby on your knees is important.&amp;nbsp; Note: Baby should sit facing away from you for greatest ease.&amp;nbsp; Baby carriers may be used with smaller children.&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Teaching Baby not to look under the stall is important.&amp;nbsp; Singing songs to entertain them is never a bad thing.&amp;nbsp; It keeps them occupied!&amp;nbsp; If other restroom users look at you strangely, you will know that they are not or were never mothers.&amp;nbsp; Don't let them bother you.&amp;nbsp; They may eventually learn this art.&lt;br /&gt;
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4. Most importantly, recognize the fact that you are a great mom.&amp;nbsp; Learning to take care of your own bodily needs while still taking care of your child/children, is an art and a skill that is difficult to develop.&amp;nbsp; You will face problems at first, but they will be overcome!&lt;br /&gt;
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So, good luck in your endeavors!&amp;nbsp; Feel free to leave your potty tips in the comments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-661938238572279292?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/661938238572279292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/establishing-potty-routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/661938238572279292?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/661938238572279292?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/10/establishing-potty-routine.html' title='Establishing a Potty Routine'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIDSXk-eCp7ImA9Wx5VEkw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-7377120835898772864</id><published>2010-09-29T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T10:49:38.750-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-10-04T10:49:38.750-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby manuals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>Rocket Scientist, Brain Surgeon...Mom</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of professions that take years upon years to develop the skills, intelligence, intuition, and abilities in order to properly function in the profession.&amp;nbsp; People take thousands of hours of classes and practicums.&amp;nbsp; They spend decades developing and advancing their technologies and furthering their professions.&amp;nbsp; These professions are truly amazing.&amp;nbsp; They're not meant for the average person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood is similar to these professions - except that you're not given years to prepare or thousands of hours to perfect your skills and enhance your knowledge.&amp;nbsp; It's a "learn by fire" career.&amp;nbsp; And, yes, it is a career.&amp;nbsp; If lucky, you're given nine short (although they may seem long at the time) months to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some may say that a girl prepares all her life to be a mother.&amp;nbsp; But, is this really true?&amp;nbsp; From a young age we "play" mom, and we may even babysit or work as a childcare provider.&amp;nbsp; But, is this truly learning how to be a mom??&amp;nbsp; I would argue that these things may slightly help, but they don't come close to preparing you.&lt;br /&gt;
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No one tells you all of the "careers" you will have to learn as a mom.&amp;nbsp; Here's a list of the few I've had to already learn:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hair stylist/Fashion designer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Medical care provider&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Psychiatrist/Counselor&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Nutritionist/Gourmet Baby Food Chef&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Interior decorator&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Engineer (that furniture doesn't go together by itself)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Repairman&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Car Seat Technician (this is as close to rocket scientist as I'll ever get)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Travel Guide&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Opera Singer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Dramatic Book Interpreter&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Comedian&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Fitness Trainer (Someone's got to motivate Baby to eventually move)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Photographer/Videographer&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Interpreter (Baby words are often difficult for others to understand)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Shepherd (Dogs may work well with sheep, but not so well with babies)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Educator&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Sanitation worker&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Airplane pilot (it may be just an imaginary plane, but Baby still likes it)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Financial adviser (Baby's got to save for college somehow)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Taxi driver&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Etiquette instructor&lt;/li&gt;
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These are just a few of the professions I've had to learn on-the-go.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to add to the list.&amp;nbsp; And, if you're just getting into the job, remember that to your baby, there's no one better than you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-7377120835898772864?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7377120835898772864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocket-scientist-brain-surgeonmom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/7377120835898772864?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/7377120835898772864?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/rocket-scientist-brain-surgeonmom.html' title='Rocket Scientist, Brain Surgeon...Mom'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcGR3k5fSp7ImA9Wx5WEkg.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-8571108516381935674</id><published>2010-09-23T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T09:07:06.725-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-23T09:07:06.725-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title>Thirsties Duo Wraps</title><content type='html'>I just visited a local baby store this week.&amp;nbsp; It's a half consignment - half local mothers' sewing club store.&amp;nbsp; I fell in love with it!&amp;nbsp; Granted, my husband may not have fully appreciated my purchase...I didn't make it much past the front counter with all of the beautiful handmade hair bows, clips, and hats.&amp;nbsp; But, my baby girl is now the proud owner of a hair accessory to match every possible outfit!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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While in the store, another customer was asking questions about cloth diapering.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't keep my mouth shut.&amp;nbsp; She and the owner of the store had never tried cloth diapering.&amp;nbsp; The owner had tried selling cloth diapers previously, but said they weren't that successful.&amp;nbsp; Then, she showed me the diapers she had tried to sell and no wonder!&amp;nbsp; These weren't the pull-on pants, but they were close.&amp;nbsp; I could see leaks happening within minutes of diapering my baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, Thirsties knows how to prevent leaks!&amp;nbsp; As with my favorite diaper, the &lt;a href="http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/08/thirsties-v2.html"&gt;Thirsties V2&lt;/a&gt;, the Duo Wraps are a pleasant surprise at ease of use and prevention of leaks.&amp;nbsp; These covers are similar to their sibling, but have some major differences to point out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Both the V2 and Duo Wrap covers have leg gussets (my diaper cover MUST) which protect against leaks for even the scrawniest child.&amp;nbsp; These also are very useful once Baby starts kicking and moving all around.&amp;nbsp; The Duo Wraps also have a variety of colors available - although not the degree of assortment as the V2s.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Duo Wraps come in only two sizes due to their ability to grow with Baby.&amp;nbsp; They also come in both Velcro and snap fasteners so that you can choose which you prefer (I, personally, prefer the Velcro due to ease of fastening and adjusting when you have a squirmy baby).&amp;nbsp; However, one of the downfalls of this product is that the size charts, in this user's opinion, is not accurate.&amp;nbsp; These covers are tighter than the V2s and; therefore, don't allow for the extra folds when you're moving up sizes in the cloth diapers.&amp;nbsp; While the product information says Size One goes to 18 pounds, I had to move up to Size Two at 14 pounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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Overall, Thirsties does it again with the Duo Wrap covers. And, the best thing is, after my visit to the baby store, I now have hair bows to match all of my Thirsties Duo Wraps!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you add being a mom to my September Mondays, then things get even stickier.&amp;nbsp; I can no longer take my time running errands because my time is taken up with each errand and the fact that I now have someone else to care for besides myself.&amp;nbsp; I remember when it used to take me five minutes to run into the bank.&amp;nbsp; Now, it takes me five minutes to get Baby out of her car seat, five minutes to go into the bank, five minutes for everyone to talk about Baby, and five more minutes to get Baby back into the car seat so we can move onto the next stop.&amp;nbsp; Errand-running time takes 4x as long as pre-Baby days.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, I was reminded today of just how great it is to be a mom.&amp;nbsp; During that extra time of buckling Baby back into her car seat, she just sat there smiling and laughing at something.&amp;nbsp; I looked around for what it could be, but couldn't find anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before Baby, I wouldn't have thought twice about errand running.&amp;nbsp; I would have simply gone about my tasks - not looking around at what others are doing or seeing.&amp;nbsp; Yet, my Baby saw something that made her laugh.&amp;nbsp; I still don't know what it was, but it made me stop and think...even on a dreary September Monday, my Baby found something to smile about...maybe I should too.&amp;nbsp; After all, I get to spend every September Monday with Baby!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a thought...seeing the world through the eyes of your baby makes every day a little bit more special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-4174098616831346733?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4174098616831346733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-eyes-of-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/4174098616831346733?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/4174098616831346733?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-eyes-of-baby.html' title='Through the eyes of a baby'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUERXg5fyp7ImA9Wx5XF0Q.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-1530086153567440073</id><published>2010-09-18T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T00:00:04.627-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-18T00:00:04.627-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momma care'/><title>Feeling Sexy: Before and After Baby</title><content type='html'>Every woman wants to feel sexy.&amp;nbsp; The definition for each of us may be slightly different.&amp;nbsp; For some, it's wearing stilettos while doing dishes or taking an hour to fix your hair that way you love to fix it, but never have time.&amp;nbsp; Others may feel sexy while dancing to that favorite song that you and your college roommate danced to while getting ready for a night on the town.&amp;nbsp; For me, it's what's underneath that counts.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I'm talking about the undergarments.&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's face it, during pregnancy and afterward, it's hard to find nice bras and panties.&amp;nbsp; The nursing bras feel more like sports bras or the kind that your grandmother would wear.&amp;nbsp; You can't wear any Wonderbra, Very Sexy, or other bras that keep things in place.&amp;nbsp; No, you're relegated to the no underwire, no push up bras that don't cause clogged ducts and are padded - not for the sake of enhancing, but for the purpose of absorbing milk should you decide not to wear nursing pads.&amp;nbsp; The panties aren't really even panties - they're underwear.&amp;nbsp; They're the kind you bought because you didn't want to ruin your good panties.&amp;nbsp; They're as close to Granny panties as you can get while still being able to say they're not actually Granny panties.&lt;br /&gt;
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While my husband keeps trying to remind me that he still finds me sexy (bless his heart!), I found a few ways to work around the lack of sexiness in order to make myself feel better - and sexier.&amp;nbsp; I found a local store that sells camisoles with lace around the neckline and hem.&amp;nbsp; I bought them in a size bigger than what I would typically buy (after all, I have to be able to nurse with them on - and they're not made for nursing).&amp;nbsp; I wear them under my shirts to add a little bit of embellishment to my otherwise drab attire - so as not to bring attention to the spit up or pureed carrots I tried to clean off my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;
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With all the other stresses that lead to the feeling of being a bit frumpy (lack of sleep, loss of hair, increased weight, etc.), sometimes it's just the little things that matter to make you feel sexy once again.&amp;nbsp; I encourage you to find that little something - whether it's making Daddy watch Baby so you can give yourself a pedicure, actually fix your hair, take more than a five-minute shower, or just take a bubble bath.&amp;nbsp; I can guarantee that, when you make the time for you - even if just a little time - you'll feel better and it will resonate into everyone around you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-1530086153567440073?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1530086153567440073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-sexy-before-and-after-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/1530086153567440073?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/1530086153567440073?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/feeling-sexy-before-and-after-baby.html' title='Feeling Sexy: Before and After Baby'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQFQXY4cSp7ImA9Wx5XF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-2191056588386422798</id><published>2010-09-17T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:11:50.839-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T08:11:50.839-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby manuals'/><title>It's my party and I'll cry if I want to</title><content type='html'>Ever since becoming a mom, I've realized just how great it is to be a child - especially a baby.&amp;nbsp; Think about it...you have someone else taking care of your every waking need.&amp;nbsp; You're fed, changed, warmed, loved, burped...it's one gigantic party!&amp;nbsp; Well, since it is Baby's party, I guess that explains why sometimes she just wants to cry.&amp;nbsp; This week has been no exception!&lt;br /&gt;
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We've had a busy week. Not only was it time to get more shots, but we're also getting ready for more family to visit, a possible move, trying to finish up end of the fiscal year work, and started eating solid foods.&amp;nbsp; All of these things have truly affected Baby's sleep schedule and Momma's sanity.&lt;br /&gt;
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We've also learned a new thing this week...Mom is going to have to let Baby cry a little longer sometimes!&amp;nbsp; Now, I am probably not going to be the mom that does the whole Ferber method.&amp;nbsp; Fifteen minutes is about as long as I can go before I'm in tears too.&amp;nbsp; But, I did come to realize that Baby has learned the art of cause and effect: if I cry, Mommy will come get me.&amp;nbsp; She knows that this is especially true at 10am, 5pm, and especially 2am.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's difficult to change parenting styles as you go.&amp;nbsp; We started out as a newborn tending to every cry - just trying to figure out what was wrong.&amp;nbsp; We learned those cries, but now that she's older, those cries have changed.&amp;nbsp; She's learned that she can get what she wants (which is often just a little more playtime or not to take a nap) by crying.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I don't yet have an answer to what to do, my husband and I are trying out a lot of different methods.&amp;nbsp; We actually attempted the Ferber (cry-it-out) method, but after two hours of on-again-off-again crying, Mommy needed it to stop or she would have gone crazy (Baby is very persistent - or strong-willed - and immediately smiled as soon as Mommy picked her up!).&amp;nbsp; I have also taken all dairy out of my diet in the hopes that will relieve any digestion problems potentially associated with Baby's fussiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you've gone through similar experiences, let me know what you did!&amp;nbsp; If you're going through this experience now - or in the future - rest assured (no matter that the rest is limited) that you're not alone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-2191056588386422798?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2191056588386422798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/2191056588386422798?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/2191056588386422798?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-my-party-and-ill-cry-if-i-want-to.html' title='It&apos;s my party and I&apos;ll cry if I want to'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DU4MSHY-eCp7ImA9Wx5XEEQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-1519004087017645489</id><published>2010-09-09T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T22:53:09.850-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-09T22:53:09.850-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor and delivery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain management'/><title>Would you like pain or no pain with that delivery?</title><content type='html'>Brigitte Bardot said it well when she said, "I am not finding pregnancy much of a joy.&amp;nbsp; I am afraid of childbirth, but I am afraid I can't find a way of avoiding it."&amp;nbsp; There are a lot of fears that come with childbirth.&amp;nbsp; One of the biggest fears that faces many women is the amount of pain during labor and delivery and whether or not to get pain management - either in the form of narcotics, an epidural, or simple pain coping techniques.&lt;br /&gt;
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During one of our childbirth classes, my husband and I were asked to separately answer a simple question about our idea of how to manage pain during labor and delivery.&amp;nbsp; We were given a piece of paper which had a scale of 1 - 10: 1 being "I want no pain at all.&amp;nbsp; Give me the epidural as soon as I enter the hospital" and10 being "Under no circumstances do I want any type of pain medication."&amp;nbsp; For me, I chose # 3, "I'll go a little bit with pain, but I want an epidural!" and my husband answered # 7, "I'll consider pain medication as a last resort."&amp;nbsp; Obviously this led to some discussion about the topic - with me primarily saying that, unless he wanted to grow a uterus and deliver this baby, I was going to be the only person involved in making this decision!&lt;br /&gt;
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After much discussion and some answers from our childbirth class instructor and my OB, I learned a lot about pain coping during labor and delivery.&amp;nbsp; I actually decided to change my answer to a 5 - "I have no feelings one way or the other.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how it goes!"&amp;nbsp; And, while I recognize that pain management is a VERY personal decision, here's what I did to manage my pain:&lt;br /&gt;
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My water broke at home and contractions began shortly after - this is a rare situation since many women's water doesn't break until after contractions begin and sometimes not until broken by a medical professional.&amp;nbsp; By the time I arrived in labor and delivery, I was in pain.&amp;nbsp; I was having terrible back labor and, before the nurses could even take my vitals, I was requesting to get into the tub.&amp;nbsp; This was one coping technique that was highly recommended during our classes.&amp;nbsp; The tub helped a lot.&amp;nbsp; I turned the jets on so that they hit my back and remained here as long as the nurses would allow it (about 15 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;
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After the tub, I decided to walk...A LOT.&amp;nbsp; I was told that walking would help with the pain management as well as speed up the progress of contractions.&amp;nbsp; And, while it did help with the pain, it did not speed up my labor.&amp;nbsp; If choosing to walk, I would recommend not doing it by yourself as the contractions can be quite overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; There were times I had to stop and hold onto my husband just to stay standing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also tried the birth ball.&amp;nbsp; This was very relaxing as I was able to lean forward and help Baby get into an anterior position (posterior is what was causing my back labor).&amp;nbsp; When I was tired of using the birth ball, I would alternate to leaning against the bed.&amp;nbsp; The hospital beds are an amazing tool.&amp;nbsp; They can be lifted high enough so that you can put your head on the bed without bending over (since I'm 6 feet tall, I found this wonderful!).&lt;br /&gt;
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As time progressed and certain natural pain coping techniques either got boring or stopped working, I began to consider an epidural.&amp;nbsp; I knew that I did not want any narcotics - even though they can help take the edge off.&amp;nbsp; I had learned that the narcotics enter my blood stream and then, in turn, enter my Baby's blood stream.&amp;nbsp; For me, I didn't want this.&lt;br /&gt;
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I continued to try more natural techniques: squatting, laying on my side, having my husband massage my lower back - head - shoulders, listening to music, watching TV, breathing (sounds obvious, but it's not when you're in pain), and focusing on baby names (we still hadn't chosen any).&lt;br /&gt;
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After sixteen hours of labor and many, many more hours of no sleep, I was exhausted and Pitocin had already been started.&amp;nbsp; The Pitocin really cranked up the volume on the contractions.&amp;nbsp; I thought that I had been in pain before, but now I could hardly breathe during contractions and couldn't focus on anything except the cringing pain in my abdomen.&amp;nbsp; So, I decided it was time for the epidural.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was very nervous about receiving an epidural.&amp;nbsp; I do not like needles to begin with, but a needle into my spine and then a catheter going into my spine?!&amp;nbsp; However, the epidural was the best thing I did for myself.&amp;nbsp; After receiving the epidural, I had about fifteen minutes before it was really kicked in.&amp;nbsp; The pain of the contractions subsided and I was able to breathe again.&amp;nbsp; I was also able to relax and attempt to get sleep - which sped up my labor.&lt;br /&gt;
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After a couple of hours with the epidural, it began to wear off.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling the contractions with the fiercest force I've ever felt.&amp;nbsp; I called the nurse and the anesthesiologist was able to come and adjust the levels.&amp;nbsp; Fifteen more minutes and I was back to pain free.&lt;br /&gt;
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For my next child, I might consider doing things naturally longer, but again...we'll see how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the case of the Imse Vimse Organic covers, I have a mixture of opinions.&amp;nbsp; The design, durability, and feel of the covers is excellent.&amp;nbsp; The leg gussets guarantee that no mess will squeeze through the cover as my baby is moving all over the place, plus the soft texture of the organic materials allows for movement of Baby's legs and torso without restriction.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, because there is no plastic layer within this diaper cover, wetness can - and does - occasionally seep through to Baby's outfit.&amp;nbsp; I also have found that it's best to switch to the next size earlier than the weight chart says.&amp;nbsp; My baby outgrows these covers about two pounds earlier than the size chart indicates she should.&lt;br /&gt;
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Starting at $15.40, these covers are some of the cheaper organic options available, which makes them a good deal if you only want organic material around your baby, but in this mom's opinion, I'll stick with the covers that provide better guaranteed performance - even if that means buying non-organic.&lt;br /&gt;
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A mother's day, on the other hand, is never finished.&amp;nbsp; We spend all day taking care of our loved ones, making sure they have everything they need, fixing broken toys or mending torn clothes, reading stories that rhyme, singing songs about farm animals or the wheels on a bus, and then try to find time to sleep to have the energy to do it all over again the next day.&amp;nbsp; This is not to mention that some of us also have "day jobs" to complete as well!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am lucky enough to have a husband who attempts to understand all that I do in a day.&amp;nbsp; But, his lack of understanding isn't completely his fault.&amp;nbsp; He comes home from work and asks me how my day was.&amp;nbsp; Most of the time I simply answer, "Oh, the normal."&amp;nbsp; And, this is partly true.&amp;nbsp; But, how can someone really understand what normal is for a mother if they've never been one?&amp;nbsp; Well, here's my normal schedule (realizing that I work out of my home)...&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom continues her "day job".&amp;nbsp; Mom also tries to remember to eat lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child wakes up hungry and in need of yet another diaper change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom has to change clothes because child has spit up all over her.&amp;nbsp; Mom and child read together (Mom has the books memorized)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and Child go on a walk or take a trip to the local coffee shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child takes nap # 3 while Mom tries to determine what to make for dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom tries to tidy up the house before Dad returns home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child wakes up ready to eat and have another diaper change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child plays while Mom tries to keep the house clean and not burn dinner she is making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad arrives home and says what a long day he had while he takes shoes off and relaxes on the couch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dinner is served&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom cleans dishes and tries to prepare leftovers for Dad to take to work tomorrow while Dad plays with Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child is ready for a bath, given by Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Child is fed for the (hopefully) final time of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom reads books to Child, sings songs, and says nighttime prayers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom cleans up (yet again) the mess from the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom tries to get ready for bed while throwing a load of laundry into the wash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad goes to bed while Mom checks email and breathes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10:30 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom changes the laundry from the wash to the dryer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11:00 PM&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom goes to bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll never forget the second that I knew I was pregnant.&amp;nbsp; It was not due to a positive pregnancy test...that came later.&amp;nbsp; It was due to my becoming absolutely furious with my husband because of some trivial thing that I cannot recollect.&amp;nbsp; My hormones were raging, and I knew that something was different.&amp;nbsp; So, I took the test, found out my suspicions were indeed correct, and immediately was ecstatic - did I mention those hormones??? &lt;br /&gt;
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My husband and I decided to wait to tell people that we were expecting.&amp;nbsp; That's easier said than done.&amp;nbsp; I managed to do this (after only telling a few people that I knew wouldn't let the secret slip), but it became harder and harder as the morning sickness sank in.&amp;nbsp; I had to come up with excuses for constantly having to go to the bathroom ("I'm just not feeling very good right now", "I think something upset my stomach", "I must be coming down with something", etc. etc.).&amp;nbsp; I had to wear baggier clothes (not only to hide my ever-expanding midsection, but also because none of my regular clothes fit). And, I had to try not to draw attention to my ever-expanding top section (of which, normally being a B cup, was quite impressive to me).&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually the time came when we decided to tell people.&amp;nbsp; With this, I began to receive advice.&amp;nbsp; Now, it's not that the advice was necessarily good or bad, but when it's your first time being pregnant and you receive an overabundance of advice (on top of hormones), it can be overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; Worries and fears began to set in.&amp;nbsp; Was I actually ready to be a mom?&amp;nbsp; Was I doing the right things, eating the right foods, and not allowing myself to be around influences that could harm my baby?&amp;nbsp; Did we have enough money to start a family?&amp;nbsp; Were we too old?&amp;nbsp; Were we not old enough?&amp;nbsp; Which room would be Baby's?&amp;nbsp; What things would I need for Baby?&amp;nbsp; The questions came and came and came.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thankfully, in between all of these questions, worries and fears came the doctor's visits.&amp;nbsp; Here, every single visit, my doctor would bring in the little device that would be placed on my belly, and I was able to listen to Baby's heart beat.&amp;nbsp; Now, I must admit that - at my nine week appointment - I had a "Rachel" moment and didn't recognize the heartbeat until the doctor described it, but this sound constantly eased my worries and fears.&amp;nbsp; Every time I went back to the doctor, I knew that Baby was growing and his or her (we didn't find out the gender) heart was still beating.&lt;br /&gt;
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But, then I'd leave the doctor's office and go back to the real world of people saying stupid things, hormones raging, crying, anger, etc. etc.&amp;nbsp; My husband would constantly remind me to let things roll off of me, but that's easier said than done when you don't feel like yourself...and you technically aren't completely yourself since there's another self growing inside you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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As pregnancy continued, time began to slow, but we continued to prepare.&amp;nbsp; With each item we checked off our to-do list, it seemed like ten more items were added.&amp;nbsp; But, we trudged on or, in my case, waddled on.&lt;br /&gt;
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The home stretch was approaching.&amp;nbsp; I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.&amp;nbsp; I was seeing my doctor on a weekly basis.&amp;nbsp; I was feeling contractions.&amp;nbsp; I was timing contractions.&amp;nbsp; Contractions reached the 5-1-1 that's discussed in the child prep classes.&amp;nbsp; I called the doctor.&amp;nbsp; He said it was too early and to go to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; So, I went and my labor was stopped.&amp;nbsp; I left...still pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;
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I waited and waited and waited...until, more contractions, then spotting (from my childbirth class this was a definite sign to call the doc).&amp;nbsp; He told me to go to the hospital.&amp;nbsp; I went.&amp;nbsp; I waited and waited and waited.&amp;nbsp; My contractions were right on top of each other, but I wasn't progressing. It was still a little early, so no inducing.&amp;nbsp; Finally, I went home...still pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;
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I gardened; I cleaned; I crawled up and down the stairs on my knees.&amp;nbsp; I ate fresh pineapple, eggplant Parmesan, and spicy Mexican food.&amp;nbsp; I tried everything there was to kick start the labor.&amp;nbsp; I was miserable. Contractions came and went.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't sleeping.&amp;nbsp; I was furious.&amp;nbsp; I squatted.&amp;nbsp; I walked.&amp;nbsp; I scrubbed floors, the toilets, the shower, and more.&amp;nbsp; This baby was never coming out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then, I stood up.&amp;nbsp; I felt something odd.&amp;nbsp; Did my water break?&amp;nbsp; Nah.&amp;nbsp; It couldn't be.&amp;nbsp; I called the doctor.&amp;nbsp; He told me to come to his office.&amp;nbsp; I knew this wasn't for real, so I took a shower, called a friend to take me, packed my bag (I recommend packing sooner), fed the dogs, and waited.&amp;nbsp; My friend came.&amp;nbsp; I sat in her car.&amp;nbsp; The contractions came...and came...and came.&amp;nbsp; I arrived at the doctor's office.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't breathe.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't wait.&amp;nbsp; He saw me.&amp;nbsp; He told me it's time.&amp;nbsp; So, I called my husband and told him to leave work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I arrived at labor and deliver.&amp;nbsp; I was having contractions right on top of each other.&amp;nbsp; This baby was coming.&amp;nbsp; I waited...and waited...and waited.&amp;nbsp; Fourteen hours later, no baby.&amp;nbsp; No epidural.&amp;nbsp; No food.&amp;nbsp; No patience.&lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor came.&amp;nbsp; I was checked.&amp;nbsp; There was progress, but not enough.&amp;nbsp; I was given Pitocin.&amp;nbsp; The contractions came...and Came...and CAME!&amp;nbsp; Two hours later...no baby...GET ME AN EPIDURAL!&amp;nbsp; Then, calm.&amp;nbsp; Ahhhh...the relief.&amp;nbsp; But, still no baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried to sleep.&amp;nbsp; I felt nothing.&amp;nbsp; I was singing songs of praise to my anesthesiologist.&amp;nbsp; Four hours later, the nurse came.&amp;nbsp; She checked me.&amp;nbsp; There was Baby!&amp;nbsp; The doctor was called.&amp;nbsp; The husband was awoken.&amp;nbsp; The room was prepared.&amp;nbsp; Excitement came.&amp;nbsp; The doctor came.&amp;nbsp; Nausea came.&lt;br /&gt;
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I pushed...and pushed.&amp;nbsp; Baby arrived!&amp;nbsp; There was crying.&amp;nbsp; Nurses were busy.&amp;nbsp; The doctor was busy.&amp;nbsp; My husband announced, "It's a girl!"&amp;nbsp; No more waiting.&amp;nbsp; No more fears.&amp;nbsp; No more worries.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Adrenaline was pumping through me.&amp;nbsp; I held my baby.&amp;nbsp; I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, pregnancy was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765482659512649981-1214224065257067237?l=sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1214224065257067237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/1214224065257067237?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765482659512649981/posts/default/1214224065257067237?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetpeaclothbaby.blogspot.com/2010/09/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='It was the best of times; it was the worst of times; it was pregnancy...'/><author><name>Katie S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604886907131340323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='17799097295063261706'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AMRHg4fip7ImA9Wx5XF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765482659512649981.post-3961162955073862574</id><published>2010-09-07T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T15:16:25.636-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2010-09-17T15:16:25.636-07:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title>Bummis Super Brite</title><content type='html'>Coordination is important.&amp;nbsp; I am constantly trying to convince my husband that brown shoes do not go with black pants.&amp;nbsp; The same is true with my baby.&amp;nbsp; While she may not recognize the need for this skill yet, I continually try to implant it into her mind so that she'll be the fashion-forward child that I wasn't in the 80s.&amp;nbsp; With this in mind, Bummis Super Brite diaper covers offer a unique opportunity for teaching color coordination skills while preventing leaks and providing a high quality diapering option.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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They're called Super Brite for a reason...the diapers are SUPER BRITE!&amp;nbsp; They come in four different color designs (green, blue, pink, and orange) with multi-colored, dotted circle design.&amp;nbsp; White is also an option but, in my opinion, why go for white when you can have Baby stylin' without anything on?&amp;nbsp; This cover has leg gussets which, in my family, are proven in preventing leaks.&amp;nbsp; They also have Velcro that covers the entire front of the cover, allowing for a secure fit as Baby grows.&amp;nbsp; The cover is waterproof and thinner than some other covers - which can be felt when trying to squeeze Baby into some of those pants that say they're one size when, in reality, they aren't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm also a big fan of the edging material.&amp;nbsp; Some diaper cover manufacturers seem to skimp on this aspect of the cover - causing a greater degree of leakage when you have those "shoot-up-the-back" moments that always seem to happen at the most inopportune time.&amp;nbsp; The edging on the Super Brites has never left me disappointed (or covered in you-know-what).&lt;br /&gt;
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This cover is slightly more expensive than other diaper cover options, but it is tried and true.&amp;nbsp; At $12.25 each, you can still diaper Baby on an affordable budget.&lt;br /&gt;
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