Baby, say what? Yes, my girls are my babies, but they are no longer babies. My daughters are two and five and rarely allow me to call them such a term of endearment. Now let me be clear, I didn't attend the Blogher conference this weekend, nor have I attended a Blogher conference in the past. I could give you a long story or I could just simply state, I don't think it's for me. Period.
Over the weekend, a big wave of excitement swelled on Twitter during the conference when a woman and her baby were turned away from a Nikon sponsored cocktail party. As I have gathered, this event was not a part of the conference, but rather a branding event put on by Nikon to wow and schmooze the A List Bloggers of all disciplines, not just mommy bloggers. Even more technically speaking, "Nikon" didn't actually turn these women and their babies away, the restaurant did, silly 21 and under laws.
Then posts were written, by wonderful writers may I add, debating the issue. Who's right and who's wrong? Should I throw away my Nikon right now because they #hatebabies?
This whole controversy left me feeling one way, no matter which side of the story was presented. I would NOT take a baby to Blogher. I wouldn't. Would I judge mothers that did, NO. Would I snub my nose at them or elbow their babies in the head as I was trying to snag a gift card from McDonalds, definitely not. Would I raise an eyebrow if a woman brought her baby in a sling to a cocktail party, no.
When my daughters were babies, I put many things I wanted to do on hold. It was my choice to do so. I nursed my first daughter for over two years and my second for twenty months. During that time as well as my pregnancies, I refrained from drinking alcohol. On a rare occasion I would have a glass of wine or a sip of beer when I was nursing, trust me when I say rare, I mean it. For over a year, I even went on a crazy elimination diet to help clear my daughter's skin of eczema. I made sure what I put in my body was pure and nourishing. Did I feel like a victim, no. It's what I wanted for my girls. I never traveled with the girls on my own for a function I wanted to attend. It's just how it was.
Call me selfish, but if I attended Blogher I wouldn't want to bring my children even if they were babies. I'm one of those people that would want a new found friend at a conference to use hand sanitizer after I knew she washed her hands, before picking up my baby. I'm not good with the passing the baby around in a crowd thing, it scares me and makes me super nervous. Plus, my girls create a different level of anxiety for me. I would be overly concerned that they would be making noise and disrupting others, among a laundry list of other things.
When I think about Blogher, I think about packed rooms with informative sessions. I think about having a fun time with fellow bloggers, out to lunch, late night parties, maybe catching a show or having a few too many to drink. At Blogher I would want it to be about me, the best way I know how to relax in such a setting is with out children. Would I feel guilty for taking a weekend away with out my children, not for a minute. Would I care if someone's babysitter backed out and they brought their 5 month old, not for a minute.
I'm easy to please. Maybe i'll feel differently if the stars align and I think Blogher will actually be for me next year, if so see you in New York. I'll bring my hand sanitizer in case you want me to hold your baby...
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