   March 31, 2012  Oh, how the worries change as the children
grow  Most days, we are all just trying to do our best under
really challenging circumstances.  Of course, by "challenging
circumstances," I mean "life."  When my kids were babies, I
worried about things that seem so insignificant now. I worried
that failing to have a natural birth, the sort where you labor
and deliver at home in a tub, would lead to not truly bonding
with my baby. I worried that bottle feeding would lead to a baby
with an IQ equivalent to that of a turnip. I worried that day
care would turn my beloved sweet child into a bad-tempered
hooligan.  Yet my highly drugged birth didn't interfere with
bonding. If the formula interfered with brain development, then
we are blessed indeed because my bottle babies are smarter than
I am and the IQ points the formula shaved off were worth losing.
And quality day care was a blessing, one that helped my children
blossom. All of the bits of parenting that I agonized over
worked out in the end. Your