No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed!

So, if you read Steve's status update this morning (which he called his "blog", hilarious) then you already know what happened. Our daughter Chloe fell off the bed. Again. Now, before you go calling CPS, let me give you some background.

Chloe suprised us by being born a month early. She was 5lb 4oz at birth and we ended up bringing home a 4lb 13oz teeny tiny newborn who didn't even fit in her preemie-sized jammies. I was very very very diligant about NEVER falling asleep with her my arms. I was too scared I would crush her or drop her or that my falling asleep with her would cause her to stop breathing since everyone tells you the second you give birth how "dangerous" co-sleeping is. We didn't have to worry though, she was great. She slept in her bassinet without issue and all was well. For about 4 weeks.

As soon as Chloe hit "full term" it seemed a light switch flipped in her little brain and suddenly, 6:00pm would roll around and Chloe would start screaming. Nothing we did EVER made any difference. I would have just nursed her, she'd be dry, she'd be swaddled....and she would scream and scream and scream until about 1 or 2 in the morning. She would have screamed for so long, she'd be hoarse. I'm not even exagerating.

So, here I am in my living room with a crying infant who has now been crying for about 7 hours. She's been nursed and swaddled, I'm shushing and bouncing and falling asleep on my feet. I haven't slept in about 4 days and I'm starting to hallucinate. I enter a delirious state where I remember what it was like to sleep. Finally, I take her into my room, lay down on the bed with her in my arms, and start to drift off. When I wake up, its 10:00 in the morning. And so starts our co-sleeping journey. 

Now, before you go crazy and chastise me and say "You never should have done that!" I need to ask you, what would you do? Seriously. What would you have done? Steve says I'm compeltely at fault, but this is not true. Because while I was in the living room with the banshee that possessed my lovely, sweet little newborn, where was he? Sound asleep in the bedroom, enjoying ANOTHER uninteruppted night of sleep. Now, had Steve just ONCE come out into the living room and said, "Here honey, let me take her for a little bit. You go to sleep." We might be in a different predicament. But he didn't. And to this day he'll tell you there was nothing he could have done for her. He doesn't have boobs, so what could he possibly do? Well, he could've done what I did. Walked around the living room, humming and singing, rocking and bouncing and, if all else failed, going for a ride in the car. So yes, I think we're both at fault here.

So, here we are, 13 or so months later, and our daughter sleeps in our bed. Out of which she fell last night. We're considering buying a bed-side rail (like in hospitals, or for old people) or getting a co-sleeper and then, (hopefully) transferring her into her own toddler bed. The crib is not an option. You so much as go near that thing with her in your arms and she starts to wail like I'm about to put her into a torture chamber.

Besides, how could you say no to this cutie?

Well, that's all for now. Oh, and if my dad asks? Chloe sleeps in her crib.