Right after having my third, and last, child, I sorta went through this "Oh, crap. The baby factory is closed for good." phase and never, ever, ever, ever put that kid down. I mean, not even for like 5 seconds to chase my Valium with a good cold shot of Smirnoff. Just kidding...kind of.
I ate with him, I folded laundry with him, I showered with him, I watched Real Housewives of Atlanta with him. And, the biggest mistake, I let him sleep with me in our bed. Snuggled next to me like a little baby koala, hugging my forearm, drooling on my jammies. And this is why I now have a completely dependent 7 month old who refuses to sleep anywhere other than right next to me. I mean, it was sweet when he was the size of a Glow Worm and didn't take up much room. Now he's this beefy little bed hog who throws his elbow into my ribs if I get in his way.
I've tried everything. I've read all the gurus websites. He hates binkies, he refuses to latch on to any sort of replacement for "me". I went and got one of those nifty singing lullaby light-up thingamajigs that hangs on his crib at Born Again, but that doesn't even stop his blood-curdling crying that loosely translates to "What's going on here? Where the hell is my mom?!"
If there is anyone out there who has some sort of insight into this?
Signed,
Sleepless in the Valley
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