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Before becoming a mom, I considered the notion of date night to be superfluous. It was just the two of us, and all our days and nights seemed like one big date. But after becoming parents, my partner and I started treating date nights as special events. We saved them up for the right time or weather, or waited for the latest bout of baby separation anxiety to pass. And although making date night feel special is great and all, these strictly special-occasion outings (which as time went on, happened less) weren’t the best for our relationship. Having uninterrupted adult conversations are something we all need. And let's face it, watching a few episodes of the latest Netflix series isn't exactly connecting. In the past few months, it's felt more and more important to schedule date nights. I want to date my better half again. On the regular. Tip 1: Schedule regular date nights as soon as you and your partner are out of the hazy newborn zone. And don't let excuses get in the way. As a New Yorker from birth, I consider myself lucky to have family nearby, but it’s also created a babysitting crutch. Up until this point, my son Oliver has never had a sitter outside of someone other than a family member or friend! I know, I know. But if we were going to make this date night thing a regular habit, we needed someone to call when all our favors run out. Tip 2: Get your little one and yourself comfortable with someone outside of your inner circle so that you have more options. Who knows -- that impromptu sitter might just become part of that inner circle before you know it! Which is why we finally took the plunge and decided to try Urbansitter. After having numerous friends tell us about the wonderful experiences they'd had, one recent day I logged onto the site, searched for a good fit, found a favorite sitter of one of my Facebook friends (yay!), and booked. When date night arrived, I talked to Oliver about the cool new sitter that would be coming over to hang out with him. There were tears, sure, and a slight freak-out when she arrived, but the sitter came recommended, with a great review, and like many Urbansitters, with a background check...not that we needed it but, well....ok we needed it. She assured us that everything would be OK, so we decided to rip the Band-Aid off and leave. Gulp. We walked away wondering if we’d scarred our child for life (yet, again). And then a few minutes later I got a text from the sitter with a picture of Oliver smiling! Yes! Tip 3: Find a sitter who's gotten rave reviews, comes recommended by a friend, and with a background check, if that’s important to you. Cut out the legwork with Urbansitter. With an unexpected snowstorm at hand, we wanted to stay relatively local. We are lucky to live in Greenpoint, so we decided to hit the lanes at Brooklyn Bowl around the corner in Williamsburg. At one point in our lives, date night started at 10pm. These days, though, our mornings begin a lot earlier than they used to. We still wanted to make the most out of our date night, so we headed out in the twilight at 4:30pm. (Don't judge.) There’s something really fun and special about being out together, alone, on a late afternoon vs. waiting until your little one's bedtime to spend quality time with your partner. Tip 4: Head out early and give yourself time to connect and enjoy each other. We took a long snowy walk over there from our place in Greenpoint, which even as over the weather as we are, felt like a date in itself. We stopped and paid attention to some of the street art we mostly ignore when we’re rushing off to our next location. And then finally arrived at Brooklyn Bowl. Like many hotspots, Brooklyn Bowl is always very busy, so we knew we’d have some time to kill before they called our names. Two hours to be exact. Luckily it's located on a energetic block, with diversions all around. We contemplated heading to Kinfolk, which was on the opposite corner, but opted to take a seat at the bar at Reynard’s in the Wythe Hotel instead. We had drinks and dinner there the night we got engaged, so it holds some special memories for us. We texted the sitter to make sure all was good (it was!) and then cozied up at the bar. The cocktails warmed us up, and before we knew it, it was two hours later. We crossed the street to the bowling alley and headed to our lane where we egged each other on, said cheers, drooled over the menu and got a lot of gutter balls. It was a win for both of us. We made it home before bedtime and ended our date night with the sweetest smile from Oliver, who had gotten totally chummy with our (hopefully new regular) Urbansitter. Next time maybe we'll stay out past bedtime. His and ours. Tip 5: Plan your next date night the minute you get home! Desperately need a date night? We’re giving away 2 Urbansitter Gift Cards for $100 each! Enter below, then sign up for UrbanSitter with code FORWELL25 and get a one month free membership. This post was brought to you by UrbanSitter.

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By: Justine LoMonaco


From the moment my daughter was born, I felt an innate need to care for her. The more I experienced motherhood, I realized that sometimes this was simple―after all, I was hardwired to respond to her cries and quickly came to know her better than anyone else ever could―but sometimes it came with mountains of self-doubt.

This was especially true when it came to feeding. Originally, I told myself we would breastfeed―exclusively. I had built up the idea in my mind that this was the correct way of feeding my child, and that anything else was somehow cheating. Plus, I love the connection it brought us, and so many of my favorite early memories are just my baby and me (at all hours of night), as close as two people can be as I fed her from my breast.

Over time, though, something started to shift. I realized I felt trapped by my daughter's feeding schedule. I felt isolated in the fact that she needed me―only me―and that I couldn't ask for help with this monumental task even if I truly needed it. While I was still so grateful that I was able to breastfeed without much difficulty, a growing part of me began fantasizing about the freedom and shared burden that would come if we bottle fed, even just on occasion.

I was unsure what to expect the first time we tried a bottle. I worried it would upset her stomach or cause uncomfortable gas. I worried she would reject the bottle entirely, meaning the freedom I hoped for would remain out of reach. But in just a few seconds, those worries disappeared as I watched her happily feed from the bottle.

What I really didn't expect? The guilt that came as I watched her do so. Was I robbing her of that original connection we'd had with breastfeeding? Was I setting her up for confusion if and when we did go back to nursing? Was I failing at something without even realizing it?

In discussing with my friends, I've learned this guilt is an all too common thing. But I've also learned there are so many reasons why it's time to let it go.

1) I'm letting go of guilt because...I shouldn't feel guilty about sharing the connection with my baby. It's true that now I'm no longer the only one who can feed and comfort her any time of day or night. But what that really means is that now the door is open for other people who love her (my partner, grandparents, older siblings) to take part in this incredible gift. The first time I watched my husband's eyes light up as he fed our baby, I knew that I had made the right choice.

2) I'm letting go of guilt because...the right bottle will prevent any discomfort. It took us a bit of trial and error to find the right bottle that worked for my baby, but once we did, we rarely dealt with gas or discomfort―and the convenience of being able to pack along a meal for my child meant she never had to wait to eat when she was hungry. Dr. Brown's became my partner in this process, offering a wide variety of bottles and nipples designed to mimic the flow of my own milk and reduce colic and excess spitting up. When we found the right one, it changed everything.

3) I'm letting go of guilt because...I've found my joy in motherhood again. That trapped feeling that had started to overwhelm me? It's completely gone. By removing the pressure on myself to feed my baby a certain way, I realized that it was possible to keep her nourished and healthy―while also letting myself thrive.

So now, sometimes we use the bottle. Sometimes we don't. But no matter how I keep my baby fed, I know we've found the right way―guilt free.


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When I had my first child, I did the best I could to keep it all together, to prevent people from seeing how my perfection was being pulled apart at the seams.

A nap schedule was, of course, essential. My son was easygoing and slept through the night like an angel baby. My house was still spotless and I managed to somehow work part-time and keep healthy meals on the table every night, but I did struggle tremendously with breastfeeding.

Since I took this failure as a great assault at my abilities to properly nurture my child, I let mom guilt run rampant over the issue. I decided I would just step up my perfect-parenting game in another way by pumping breastmilk around the clock until my son was around 18 months old.

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I was living alone in a new city with no help and my husband worked long hours. Managing a 2-year-old and a newborn, all while trying to keep a perfectly clean house and healthy dinners on the table every night, was, to my surprise, impossible in every way. My body was a wreck, not "bouncing back" as it did with my first. My daughter never slept for more than three hours until she was over a year old. She cried for hours on end most nights, as I tried relentlessly to calm her.

I remember bouncing her in her carrier for hours trying to get her to calm down and settle in for sleep. Meanwhile, I was a zombie and my son tore every square inch of the house into pieces. Keeping a naptime schedule was nearly impossible with another child to consider. Dinner was often takeout. There were days when I didn't look in the mirror or have proper clothing on until 5 pm.

The demands of motherhood laughed at my idea of picture-perfect motherhood. Every night I went to bed feeling like I had failed my children. I cried. Oh man, did I cry.

It wasn't long until I came to the realization that if I wanted to be a good mom, that is, to focus on things that are actually important, I had to stop sweating all the small stuff.

Even though I didn't really know how I was relieved that I didn't have to keep up with myself anymore. I had grown so weary of the high standards I had set for myself and those around me. I wanted a way out of the perfectionist trap and to loosen the reigns.

I realized that the most beautiful encounters with my children had been when I decided to say, "Oh, don't worry about it!" (i.e. the house, dinner, naptime schedules, etc). Love and joyful encounters with my children was incomparable to the latter. I knew my children needed me to look at them and not the 3-day- old stain on the dining room floor. The beauty in the moments, when I intentionally chose stillness and gratitude over productivity, was the reason I decided it was time to lay down a life-long pattern of perfectionism and control.

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