Cordelia ,'End of Days'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Baby one didn't sleep through the night. We even did that excruciating thing where we let him cry through the night. Once. Never again, it nearly killed both of us, all three of us sobbed that night through. And it didn't work. And made him hate and fear his bed for a while.
Baby two slept through by six weeks, and One decided to follow his example. Thank all the gods and little fishes.
The main reason I'm an only child is because I was eerily well-behaved as a baby/toddler, and my parents were convinced that a second child would be a demon baby to balance the scales. If I couldn't sleep, I played quietly with my stuffed animals.
Man, sara, that's a crappy day.
Still packing. Going to be packing for the foreseeable future. The good thing is that it has to end at some point, right? I mean, the movers come in like 11 hours, so.
I sorry sarameg
I wish I had learned earlier to wake up and read or play quietly. I wouldn't have fought goig to bed for so long. But I had to sneak read - and so I often feel guilty for waking up at night ( that is just silly )
my parents were convinced that a second child would be a demon baby to balance the scales
that's kind of funny that you broke the mold.
By the age I have memories of I was already sleeping through most nights, with only the occasional nightmare. But apparently those earliest years permanently destroyed my mom's ability to sleep soundly. She's still a light sleeper who wakes at the slightest noise four decades later.
Oh dear, Dana. Good luck!
I'm so desperate to move, and yet you make me not want to! Sigh. Submitted a couple of more applications today, including one in Portland. Just because. And then I went and looked at real estate porn on Redfin, because the houses are so much cheaper and larger in PDX than they are around here...
By the age I have memories of I was already sleeping through most nights, with only the occasional nightmare. But apparently those earliest years permanently destroyed my mom's ability to sleep soundly. She's still a light sleeper who wakes at the slightest noise four decades later.
When Emmett was little and he was sleeping in his own room down the hall, I would wake when I heard a change in his breathing. So horribly attuned to every time he rolled over, because he would wake up and he would be so hard to get back down. Hours of rocking.
After EM moved out I stopped worrying about putting him back down in his own bed, and just took him into my bed in the middle of the night and we both got more sleep.
When Casper was a baby I basically went to bed with her at 7:30pm. Since she was up every 2 hours until nearly a year, it was the only way to be functional in the mornings. Many is the time I was glad the most complicated thing about my job was the Library of Congress shelving system, and I wasn't, like, a brain surgeon or anything.
I'm giving up on today. Despite being very good with cold compress and really, not crying THAT much, omg, my poor face. And I kept waking up last night, so really not rested. Fuckit.