Shit, I'm out of teabags.

My brother and SIL made a point of NOT trying to be quiet around the sleeping boys, using the theory that if they were used to ambient noise, they wouldn't wake at the drop of a hat. Now, given my SIL sleeps with the tv on and through my brother's air compressor roaring right under their bedroom, and my brother is known for dealing with the boys night-terrors and/or stomach bugs in the middle of the night and not remembering it in the morning, I suspect it isn't just conditioning at work.

My main issue isn't things waking me up- once truly asleep, I generally sleep like the dead. But falling asleep, especially in not-my-bed, that can have issues. I prefer white noise.

Dylan has never slept through the night, ever. We Ferberized at 10 months so I was able to stop going in and rocking/feeding him, but he still wakes up in the middle of the night to pee and then read/play himself back to sleep.

Aeryn slept through the night on her own at 6 weeks, and other than one HORRIBLE two week period on vacation where she woke up every 90 minutes every night (in the single most relaxing place in the WORLD to sleep, might I add, babies are dumb), she's never needed any kind of sleep training at all. She even still takes 2-hour naps at age 2.5! Dylan gave up napping around 18 months.

K is a pretty good sleeper, but she knows how to divert her father's attention and get an extra hour of playtime before bed. It is something of a family tradition to put the baby down for a nap and then promptly vacuum the room so that a bit of noise won't bother the kid.

Sara, I'm so sorry for your loss.

K is a pretty good sleeper, but she knows how to divert her father's attention and get an extra hour of playtime before bed.

Ha, both my kids are like that. When mom does bedtime, it's lights out at 7:45. When dad does bedtime it's closer to 8:30.

My brother and SIL made a point of NOT trying to be quiet around the sleeping boys, using the theory that if they were used to ambient noise, they wouldn't wake at the drop of a hat.

I'm sure my parents didn't do it on purpose, but I remember being freaked out at 4 or so when a babysitter was studying and didn't have the tv on -- it was so quiet, I thought I was abandoned!

but she knows how to divert her father's attention and get an extra hour of playtime before bed

she breaks out the balloons?

HPF has never slept past crack of dawn in her life. Even when we switch her timezones. Where the rooster genes came from, I don't know. It has been... altering to all our lives. I don't know if I had a dead eyed look in photos, but I assure you that I was still in there, not dead. When she began to read? bliss. Light came back into the world. But the first four or five years are a blur because she put together 2-3 hours at a stretch, and I took the overnight, while DH got up with her at crack o'dawn because I was a zombie. When we visited friends, we knew where all the early-open coffee shops were within the first day for our zombie-stroller-walk. And we were not alone. Beeeaaaaaaans Beeaaaaaaaans.....

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Sara, I am so sorry. All the hugs in the world.

Good call on saying fuckit to today, sarameg. I hope your next swim is a good one.

I have nothing to contribute to the sleep conversation except that I, too, would like a solid 12 hours of sleep and the train didn't wake me up last night even though I had the windows open, so yay for that.

I'm wearing 2" heels today, which is high for me lately. These jeans are just too damn long to wear with flats.

Sara, that's some pileon shit right there. I'm so sorry.

I slept...well, I slept too well, so it was badly? As far as subjective is concerned, it was a night full of nightmares. Just again and again, horrible trauma, and I was kind of everyone in the dream, so every horrible thing that kept happening was always happening to me, even though the characters in the dream changed. And I just didn't wake up enough to talk myself out of it, only enough to think "Shit, this will never end." So I'm not very rested, and my heart rate is till erratic. I'm glad I'm at home today, because this would be enough to tip me over into extra pain, and still will be if I don't take this morning slowly enough.

It was just...I can't remember a night that awful. Would Not Stop.