As I am flying into my 10th week of motherhood I am finding some difficulty going back to some of the normal things that I was able to do in my pre-mommy life. I am talking about working out, having dinner with friends, going to the movies, having cocktails, and all those other haute activities. One of the main barriers has been the fact that I have chosen to breastfeed (see dilemma #1) which can easily be overcome by introducing the bottle. This leads me right here to this post. I introduced a bottle at 5 weeks. After all the reading I did, I had my husband give Stella her first bottle of expressed breastmilk. With much protest in the sounds of screaming and wailing, she finally began to lap up the contents with me listening behind closed doors in another room. It was wonderful. I went to my first dinner with my girlfriend in 6 weeks. My husband and I were able to soak up a baseball game while Grandma had her first babysitting night. Even better, I had some time to catch up on other favorite haute activities like internet shopping and catching up on my DVR - you gotta love those Housewives! I began dreaming about the limitless possibilites - going shopping. excercising, catching a movie, going out for coffee...The dream fairy came and burst my dream cloud when around 8 weeks Stella began to refuse the bottle. This past weekend I spent my 34th birthday breastfeeding at my own birthday party. I had to watch what I drank and hide inside to nurse while listening to the sounds of my friends and family partying outside. Now, again, I love my daughter more than anything but I would like to be able to let loose and have someone else feed her once in a while. My third wedding anniversary is approaching this week and I am not sure if my husband and I can leave Stella with a sitter so that we can go out for a nice dinner. What am I missing about this bottle thing? I have tried different bottles, leaving the room, different times of day, you name it. We are left with a screaming, red, sweaty baby that is starving and as mad as a hornet. As many moms do, I fix the situation after 30 or so minutes by swiftly taking her and allowing her to latch on. Has she learned that if she holds out long enough mommy will come to the rescue? Is there something that all my research has failed to show me? What needs to be done to get the little one to take a bottle? All I am asking for is one bottle a day! Am I the only one that has had this problem? Is my husband doing something wrong? Is there a magic bottle out there that I didn't get the memo on? I would like a haute night out once in a great while without having to bust out the hooter hider at the table (like I did last night at a rather fancy restaurant leading to a birthday picture with a candle and my baby nursing). Please post away your tips and recommendations to help this Haute Mom get a haute break into her day!