Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Wow, it's been a long time since we last talked. I am hoping that your feelings aren't hurt after I claimed at age five that I no longer believed in you. w that I am a big girl and have big girl concerns, I thought I might try and strike up our relationship one more time to see if you could throw me a couple of bones. I think you will find that my wishes for this year are quite different than the days of wishing for a walkman cassette player and a VHS of Dirty Dancing. Although, those gifts were much appreciated and talked about at the time...and Dirty Dancing does remain one of my all time favorite movies. But, I digress. I was hoping you might listen to my pleas one more time and help a sister out. Okay here we go.

I would like the ability to sleep through the night back. I mean seriously...I don't think I have had a full night sleep in over a year. First there was the pregnancy,and its many nightly trips to the bathroom. Then there was the NICU stay were even though I didn't get the joy of having my baby home I did get to experience the joy of waking up in the middle of the night to pump. Next came the sleepless nights when Perron thought it would be a good idea to only sleep in 45 minute intervals. Now my almost five month old regularly sleeps through the night....but I can't. WHAT IS UP WITH THAT!?! So Santa, if you could please restore my ability to close my eyes at nighttime and not have them open until it is time to get up in the morning, I would really appreciate it.

Alright, this one might be a little harder, but I still remain hopeful since you can do anything that is asked of you. I would like you to please soften the cold, hard hearts of the people at Blue Cross and Blue Shield of Alabama. I mean really....did they have to change the guidelines for RSV shots this year of all years. And since when did allergic colitis become a diagnosis that is no longer covered under our policy. For god's sake...he was bleeding from his intestines. So now I am stuck with forking out $2,000 a month for RSV shots and $350 a month for formula just so my baby can eat. So, like I said, if you could work some magic on the scrooges at BCBS, I would really appreciate it.

Lastly, I want my old stomach muscles back. I know I know, I should have thought about that before I got pregnant, but my overwhelming desire to have a child got in the way of my vanity...well guess what...my vanity is back. If I never eat, everything is pretty under control. A relatively flat and happy stomach. However, so much as one bite of food and it is back to looking like I am 3 months pregnant. You have a little time to work on this one since I won't be in a bikini again for another couple months, but I would prefer not to have to starve myself my entire beach vacation.

And I know that I said the one above was the last one, but that desire got me thinking. Can I have feeling back around my c-section scar. It really weirds me out, I am not going to lie. I am afraid to touch it and Perron has already decided that when he stands up and jumps up and down in my lap, that little reminder of how he got here is the perfect launching pad for him. It feels funny and I don't like it. I really don't think that is too much to ask.

So, when I am all snug in my bed with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head, if you could swing by my place and leave me those things under the tree, it would really make my Christmas.

Love you Santa Baby!