I got so many and so crazy.

Yay full moon.

Stay strong Jess and Fone!

I really wish I hadn't been so hard-core (relatively speaking, I mean, I still ran SCREAMING from Mothering.com) AP when Lillian was younger. Not that I expect sleep training would have worked, but maybe it would have trained US to be able to sleep through her waking up and fussing about.

Of course, she didn't start being a terror about sleep until 7 months. And then I went back to work at a day shy of 8 months, so I had mother guilt and she was reverse cycling and blah blah blah.

It's funny, I still have the reflexive twitch about sleep training, but DAMN, I wish we'd tried it out.

(Of course, Certain Other People in the house wouldn't agree with that. Other than Lillian. Certain Other People are NOT in tune with the notion of Good Enough.)

Has he always gotten up then, Jess, or is that new? Also, yay!

What is AP, Plei? Oh, wait, I know. Attachment Parenting, yes?

All parents and kids are different, but I did not have the will to try and make my boys sleep. They slept with me until they wanted their own space. I made a couple feeble attempts at keeping them in their room, but they were miserable and I was miserable. We had a king waterbed with a single waterbed at our feet and the crib against the side of the bed. Basically my bedroom was all bed. I got more sleep that way.

I was tough on what went in their bellies when they were very young because we have a huge amount of diabetes in my family. Now Brendon downs sugary soda because it really doesn't bother him and Bobby can't tolerate sugar at all. I have lots of healthy food choices around, but junk happens. They are healthy.

I obviously needed more songs in my math.

Did you ever see this one? [link]

skipping.

I'd trade a day full of fuckcakes for having to call 911 for a resident. Stroke-like symptoms - dizziness, collapsed on floor before I could help her to her bed, few moments of blank eyes, then her speech slurred while one arm seemed to lift stiffly without her control. By the time she hit the floor, I knew I would be calling 911. It seemed like an eternity, but I'm sure it was a matter of seconds between the blank look and when I got to the phone.

Her housemates were terribly upset at her being taken away by ambulance, but I was greatly heartened that her speech returned to its usual before the paramedics arrived.

She's enough better they did not admit her, and she is coming home for the night.

Mondo paperwork. And I feel like I've been kicked by a mule.

Except when I feel like I've been run over by a freight train.

So sorry, WS! What a difficult thing to go through.

extra strength and restful sleep to you windsparrow

Oh goodness, WS, that sounds awful! I hope for the resident's sake it was nothing big...like the time my grandmother passed out and started talking nonsense at Christmas Dinner. We had to call 911, but by the time they got there, she was fine. It was bizarre.

Am in Indy. Have to be somewhere ass early in the morning. Gah.

It's funny, I still have the reflexive twitch about sleep training, but DAMN, I wish we'd tried it out.

Thing is, so do I! But the emotional balance of the household has finally tipped to where we both hate the idea of sleep training less than we hate the idea of a possibly infinite number of more sleepless nights in that fucking rocking chair.

They slept with me until they wanted their own space. I made a couple feeble attempts at keeping them in their room, but they were miserable and I was miserable.

Heh - we were the reverse. We made a couple feeble attempts at cosleeping before admitting (with some relief) that we are ALL happier sleeping in our own space, baby included.

WS, how scary!

(And now it's after 2 and Waking #1 seems to have finally ended, so I'm going to sleep myself.)