Posted in Parenting


So today was Amélie’s 1 month check-up.  Since her brother had had a mysterious illness over the weekend, we decided to bring him along as well to get him checked out.  It turns out that the pediatrician took more time with Charles than she did with Amélie.

ImageI commented a couple of days ago about how baby girl suddenly didn’t fit into her newborn clothing anymore.  It’s little wonder though as she is now measuring 54.5cm.  That means that in 14 days she grew 4.5cm (or almost 2 inches).  Holy crap!  Now that’s what I call a growth spurt.  She also gained 780g (or 1 pound and 11 oz).  It would seem that mama has got some pretty darned good milk.

As for Charles, well, the pediatrician was absolutely flabbergasted when she saw him and heard what had happened since last Friday.  She immediately told us that it was a pretty impressive allergic reaction (hives) and urged us to talk about it with Charles’ allergist the next time we go to see her.  She is pretty certain that the reaction is in response to the amox that he took to treat an ear infection as the hives started to appear the morning after he finished his prescription.  She’s asking us to continue to give him Benadryl every 4 h until the hives are all gone and had us meet with a pharmacist to see what was the maximal dose we could give him.

Dada and I are both conked out from the stressful weekend and the little guy (who has always been super good about taking medication) now has to be forced to take his Benadryl (we suspect it’s because he associates it with the intense itch his hives cause).  No fun!

To give you an idea of the progression of the hives, here’s what our weekend looked like:

On Friday, they were just small red spots here and there.  As the day progressed, the spots got redder and larger and had raised edges.

P1000858On Saturday, the spread the continued the spots changed again and became the crater-like spots that turned blue that you see in the picture below and his eyelids became swollen after his nap.

By  Sunday, most of his body was covered by either new or old spots.  BUT at least he started to be in a good mood in the afternoon and started to play so we were seeing the light at the end of the tunnel!

Finally, this morning, we’re noticing that there don’t seem to be many new spots and the ugly red-bue ones that were there yesterday are gone.  He also actually had breakfast: his first complete meal since Friday at lunchtime (we’ve been keeping him hydrated and have managed to get him to snack a bit over the course of the weekend).  However, because of the insane amounts of Benadryl he’s been taking all weekend, he now looks like a zombie.

Image 1Oh well, we’ll get through this!  I’m just happy nothing worse happened.

So milk and now, it would seem, amoxcillin.  Here’s to hoping we don’t discover any new allergies.

Posted in Blogging

Of Search Terms & Makeovers

I’ve been seeing quite a few posts recently that outlined some of the weird search terms that people have used to find their blogs.  It’s always a rather funny affair.  I know that some of the search terms that have been used to find my blog have made me laugh or, at the very least, made me perplex and so, I decided I’d share the best with you.

Also, I’ve decided that I was going to change my blog’s theme, so don’t be surprised if you see a couple of changes over the weekend.  By Monday morning, I should be set with a new one.

Ah the search terms…

my face bad latch on

I honestly have no idea what this means and am rather bewildered that it was used to find my blog three times.

how to do buttons up on back of baby’s clothes

Hum, let’s see, well if you can’t figure out how, perhaps it’s a good idea to not put a shirt on your baby that has buttons in the back?

how much is 5 meters of cloth

I’ll take a wild guess here and say….um…5 meters!  Oh wait, you meant in feet right?  16.4 feet.  Ok?

sleep deprived mom award

Hehe.  Maybe someone should create the award?  I’m sure many many moms qualify to win it!

heavy duty cargador frontal machines and their blog comenting

I don’t even own a frontal washing machine (though I would love to have one!).

dad breastfeeding

Though technically, male lactation is possible, I’ve never discussed it here.

breastfeeding son has teeth killing my boobs

All I can say is LOL

bed texture


cruel pinched 50+ boobs

I assure you that Little Dude has only pinched 2, not 50+

diaper squirt

Sometimes, I have the urge to Google some of the terms to see where they lead.


Help me out.  Does this actually mean anything in any language.  I honestly have no idea how someone found my blog with this.

omg three month growth spurt

OMG I totally agree!

milk gorged titties

And people are actually looking for this?

all through the night may i

May you what?

What are some of the funky search terms that people have found your blog with?

Posted in Infant, Parenting

What Do You Do When You’re Feeling Overwhelmed?

Because that’s how I’m feeling right now.

I don’t know how to go about writing this.  I don’t want this post to seem like I’m wallowing in self-pity, but something needs to come out and this is one of the only ways I know how.

I just got off the phone with my partner who announced that he’d be home around 7.  I wasn’t even able to finish the conversation in a civilized manner; I hung up quickly and burst into tears.  I don’t remember ever being so emotional, but these past few days (or weeks, or months – honestly, I don’t know) have been trying.

I feel as though I can’t catch a break.  When my son was a newborn, I was nursing for hours at a time, then he hit a growth spurt, then we started having problems with gas, after that we entered the “wonderful” world of wonder weeks.  Then came sleep deprivation due to prop dependency (where I was getting up 10+ times a night for a month just to put the pacifier back in) followed by sleep training, a tendonitis for me, teething, a growth spurt/wonder week combo and now, teething again.

I feel like all I do all day is try to function.  My son has taken to screaming at different moments; I never know when it’s going to happen.  Sometimes it’ll be for naps, or at bedtime or when he wakes up in the middle of the night.  Other times it’ll be when I sit him down on the floor or when I change his diaper.  It’s maddening because it just goes on and on and on.  And then, I have people around me asking me how are things.  All I can say is “good” (that *is* the correct answer, right?).  What do you want me to say?  I have no idea what an easy baby and what a difficult baby are like.

I’ve never had so many headaches in my life.  I’ve never cried so much in so few days.  My home is a mess – even by my standards – and I feel so alone – and feel guilty about it.

I’m lucky enough to be on paid maternity leave, I gave birth in November and am only going back to work in August.  My partner tries to help with a lot of things, but I think he’s feeling a little overwhelmed with how to manage work (he’s been having to put in extra hours), house chores, and this little human that’s taking up so much room in our lives.  I go out because otherwise I’d go crazy, but while I’m going out, I’m not taking care of the house and I’m not resting.  I love my son to death and I wouldn’t go back to my pre-baby life; he brings too much joy in my life.  But sometimes, like right now, I just feel like I’m losing it.

How do you stay at home moms/dads do it?  How do you working moms/dads do it?  How do you single parents do it?  Please tell me that I am not the only one.

I never thought that becoming would be easy.  But I also never thought that 6 months in, I would become an emotional mess at times.

There.  I said it.  I feel somewhat better.  I think.

Posted in Infant, Parenting

Oh S***, I Mean Crap, I Mean Poop – Yeah, It’s That Kind Of Post…

I ought warn you: I’m going to be talking about poop.

Don’t want to read about poop?  I don’t blame you.  I wouldn’t want to read about poop either.

That’s why I won’t be angry at you if you turn around and don’t read the post.

I’ll just shut my eyes a few seconds and let you back away.

*Shuts eyes*

Beep, beep, beep…

*Opens eyes*

Oh!  So you’re still here eh?  OK then, you asked for it.

Allow me to try to bestow some of the knowledge that I have scooped up so far in my whole 6 months of motherhood.

8 Pearls of poppy knowledge

1.  You’re an expecting parent?  Be ready to become obsessed with poop.  Its color, its texture, its frequency…  Yeah…seriously.

2. Breastmilk only poop smells good (can’t talk about formula only poop, is someone brave enough to fill me in on this?).  And by good, I mean a lot less stinky than the poop produced after the introduction of solids *gag*.

3.  Washable diapers are a must.  They contain the poop much better.  No blowouts!

4.  Washable diapers are a bust.  You have to start rinsing them once solids have started (because, at first, the poop isn’t solid) and that is rather disgusting.

5.  In breastfed babies (again, I don’t know if this is the case for formula fed babies), absence of poop is a telltale sign of a growth spurt.

6.  Incidentally, you’ll know a growth spurt is over when your baby starts to poop like there’s no tomorrow.

7.  You’ll be the one changing all of the poppy diapers.  Because fathers never seem to be around when one happens (this is what happens in our household anyways).

8.  It’s not abnormal for breastfed babies to skip several poopy days in a row.  Be thankful when it happens.

There.  That’s all I have to say.

But if you want to scoop up more poop – no, wait, that’s not right – if you want another blogger’s scoop on poop, check out the Gag-Free Baby Poop Color Chart over at the Incredible Infant blog.

Posted in Parenting

What Makes A Good Pediatrician?

On Wednesday, Little Dude had his 6 month appointment at the pediatrician’s office.  This was our fourth well check since his birth and though I love the clinic and staff and rather like the woman, I found myself questioning whether I should stay with her or find another.  Not that I think she’s a bad doctor, only that perhaps I may be happier with her if some small things were different.  Perhaps an example would help make my point.

Yesterday’s appointment looked like this and is a good example of what typically happens:

We arrive at the clinic on time and register with the receptionist who smiles at my son and greets him telling him how handsome he is.

A nurse comes to fetch us and after exchanging civilities, asks me to undress my son so that she can weigh him.  She comments on the cloth diaper and shows him a stuffed animal as he is seated on the scale.  I then put the diaper back on and then my son length and head circumference are measured upon which time I am prompted to wrap him up in a blanket and go back into the waiting room.

We are then called in to the pediatrician’s office.  I am greeted with a warm smile and again we exchange civilities before getting down to business: “Hello, how are you doing?”, she asks.  “Oh we are doing pretty well, aren’t we Charles?  Except, we’ve been having some trouble with nighttime sleep this past week”, I answer.  “Good, good”, she answers while she looks through my son’s health booklet.  “I see you’re still breastfeeding”, she adds “do you have enough milk?”, she asks.  “Absolutely”, I answer.  After all, we get a plentifully wet diaper each time he nurses.  She nods.  “And how are solids going?”, she asks.  “We haven’t started yet.  We were actually going to start today at lunchtime”, I answer.  “Oh”, she replies as she looks back down upon her growth chart, “well that’s good, he just barely gained the acceptable amount of weight since his last appointment”, she adds.  I was floored.  Did she not understand that my son had been exclusively breastfed for six months.  Does her chart take into consideration that at the same age, most babies have already started solids around here?  I think not.  Doesn’t she know that typically, in breastfed babies who went through a rapid weight gain in the first months (as was the case with my son) that the weight gain slows down after a few months?

She gets up and gestures towards the examination table.  As I rise to bring my son there, she looks back down upon her file: “how’s his eczema?, she asks”.  “Oh, it has cleared up”, I reply.  Once my son is seated upon the table, she examines him (or tries to) as he attempts to grab everything to put it in his mouth – stethoscope, tongue depressor, that thing you use to check the ears – and so begins my monologue to my son, explaining what is happening and why.  She puts him on his back and presses his tummy, stretches and folds his legs, removes his diaper to check if everything is OK there.  “Everything looks good,” she says, “come back in three months”.

That was it.  In and out in five minutes.

As I was driving back home I couldn’t help but wonder.  Shouldn’t she at least be asking if he’s able to roll over?  Shouldn’t she be inquiring as to how we’re introducing solids?  Shouldn’t she be talking to him, at least a bit, as she’s examining him?  Shouldn’t she be taking into account that he had not had anything other than breast milk for 6 months before telling me that her standardized growth chart indicated that he’d just barely gained enough weight?

I don’t know, perhaps I am being overcritical.  I know that I’m doing a good job as a mom.  I know that I shouldn’t worry about the fact that his weight gain has slowed down (he gained 2.25kg between 2 weeks and 2 months, 1.43kg between 2 months and 4 months and .79kg between 4 and 6 months); my son is content after feedings and showing no signs of being undernourished.  I also concluded that our difficult week was due to a growth spurt/wonder week/ 3-2 nap transition.

What do you think?  What are your experiences with pediatricians?  What makes a good pediatrician?

Posted in Infant, Newborn, Parenting

Where’s the Pause Button?

One year ago today, I learned that I was pregnant and was trying to find a clever way to announce it to my boyfriend after nearly 18 months of trying to conceive.  Of course, my method was so clever that I had to repeat my announcement three times before he finally understood.

Much has changed in one short year.  Besides moving out of our apartment and into our home I also went through my first pregnancy (with all of its ups and downs – though, admittedly, there were more ups than downs) and gave birth to my (almost always) wonderful son, that is when he’s not going through a wonder week and then turns into Crankymonster.

Only two short days ago, my son officially turned four months old!  Even as I write these words, I am wondering where the time has passed because I sure don’t feel like I’ve had him for four months!  It’s amazing, really, how warped time can feel.

A few stats in honor of his four months of life:

  • Current weight: About 16.4 lbs (7.46kg) – an 8.5 lb (3.88kg) gain from birth!  The little chunkster has already doubled his birth weight!
  • Current length: 65.5 cm (25.8 in.) – a 14.7 cm (5.8 in) gain from birth.  Roughly 1/3 of this gain happened in the last two months!  Yup, growth spurts do exist it seems!
  • Current number of photographs I have of him on my computer: 607 (and that’s without counting those that I deleted!)  Woah!  That’s an average of about 5 photos per day.

And boy has he changed!  On all levels!  He can now smile, sit with minimal support, suck on his thumb, grab his feet, laugh, coo (making more complex sounds), exasperate his parents, lift his head and chest off the ground while on his tummy, and I’m sure I’m forgetting some of his skills.

As for the physical changes, well, see for yourself…


2 days old.
2 days old.
1 month old.
2 months old.
3 months old.
4 months old.

Is is just me, or are his cheeks getting progressively bigger as the months go by?

Posted in Infant

Officially Entering Infancy…With a BANG!

Oh.  My.  Goodness!

I think I finally see some light at the end of the tunnel.  What tunnel, you ask?  My son’s three month hell growth spurt.

The fourth day spurt caught me off guard.  At the two week mark, I was prepared, but it still exhausted me.  The 6 week spurt drove me nuts.  I didn’t think it could possibly get any worse.  I was wrong.  The three month growth spurt, it’s a doozy!  I was prepared for nursing more often.  I wasn’t prepared for all of the “extras”.

It started out four days ago.  Four looooooong and torturous days ago.  My son would scream and cry his little heart out as soon as I put him down.  At first, I thought he was hurt somewhere.  So I would pick him back up and try to see if it hurt him when I touched his back or head.  But, lo and behold, he would calm right up as soon as he was back in my arms.  Then, I thought he might be sick.  I lost count of the number of times I took his temperature during the first two days of his growth spurt.  Of course, he didn’t have a fever.  So I just had to grind my teeth and bear the shrieking every time I changed his diaper.  Because he would scream bloody murder every time.  Every.  Single.  Time.

Oh the joys of changing the diaper of a shrieking baby!
Oh the joys of changing the diaper of a shrieking baby!

So I finally figured out that he was only happy when he was in my arms.  But only being in my arms didn’t suffice.  Oh no!  Little Prince Charles had to be held just so whilst I walked around the house.  I know he’s still small and all, but walking around with a fifteen pound baby all day (because there was just no way he would tolerate being in his carrier) is tiring to say the least.

If it were just that, it wouldn’t be too bad.  But my son would not nap.  Urgh, I think that this was the hardest part.  I think that in the first three days, he napped about three hours…in total.  Of course, napping in his crib was out of the question.  Nothing I tried worked.  There was just no way I could put him down.  As soon as he hit the crib, he would scream out at me.  And then, of course, he was too pumped up to be able to fall asleep.  I finally was able to get him to fall asleep nursing a couple of times and allowed him to sleep on me.

Today, was better.  The day started out shakily enough, but I started to see some light at the end of the tunnel after he went through an hour-long nap – in his crib!  Then, everything started going uphill from there: the diaper changes were done with a smiling and cooing baby, we were able to do some tummy time, he played with his piano gym on his own for 20 minutes, didn’t protest when I put him down for another nap…

Right now, life is good.  His father just finished giving him his bath and is putting him to sleep.  And me, well, I’m FINALLY feeling like a competent mother again.

Happy 3 month birthday Charles.  I love ya to death even if you make me go nuts sometimes!

Finally!  My sweet little boy is back.
Finally! My sweet little boy is back.
Posted in Infant, Newborn

Wonder Week Alert!

Urgh.  As if growth spurts weren’t enough…

I quite recently learned the term ‘wonder week’ through my daily incursions into the baby center community.  As parents, we all know that growth spurts are going to happen.  We also pretty much know when they’re going to take place.  They are easily recognizable by the fact that baby’s eating pattern changes and s/he starts to eat more often and by the fact that they seem to outgrow their clothing overnight (yeah, my little dude is now sporting 3-6 to 6 month clothes).

However, it seems that they also go through wonder weeks which also happen at predictable intervals.  As I understand it, a wonder week is comparative to an intellectual spurt.  Remember the week my son discovered his hands, began using a social smile and started really cooing seemingly out of nowhere?  That all happened because some intense cerebral connections were being made.  Of course, just as a growth spurt has its hardships, wonder weeks have theirs too.  Now, remember how in the post previous to his developmental milestone post I was going crazy because my son was not acting like himself?  At first, I was convinced that it was because of gas.  But now that I’ve reread the post, I know it was due to his brain getting wired up for his next abilities.  Namely, his change in attitude meant a wonder week was happening.

So, what are the signs that one needs to look out for to spot these imminent developmental bounds?  Well, first there’s your child’s age.  In their book “The Wonder Weeks” authors Hetty van de Rijt and Frans Plooji claim to have identified ten of these brain rewirings.  According to their research, these happen during roughly the fifth, eighth, twelfth, 19th, 26th, 37th, 46th, 55th, 64th and 75th weeks of life.  Then, for each week the authors list a few behaviors that can help parents realize that their baby is going through one such leap.  In the case of my son, who is getting ready to getting into the week of “smooth transitions”, ten behaviors are listed:

  1. Cries more often: This is definitely the case with my son these days.  For the past three days, in fact, he has been really whiny and has been spending more time crying than usual.  He also starts crying more easily.
  2. Wants you to keep him busy: Oh yes!  When he’s awake, I pretty much have to either have him in my arms or really actively play with him ALL THE TIME.  Whereas he used to be able to play with his foot piano for a good half-hour alone, he now starts to fuss after five minutes if I’m not sitting next to him chattering with (or rather to) him and cheering him on.
  3. Loses appetite: This doesn’t seem to be the case with my son.  If anything, he wants to nurse a bit more frequently, but he’s still nursing for about a quarter-hour each time.  I have, however, noticed that he is more prone to falling asleep at the breast.
  4. Is more shy with strangers: Definitely!  Actually, I would say that he is more shy with anyone that isn’t his mom or dad.  His grandparents learned that the hard way yesterday when they came to visit then babysit him in the evening and he was whining, crying and fussing every time they held him.  Poor them!
  5. Clings more: My son, clingy?  Oh yes!  It’s cute, I’ve noticed that he’s recently taken to wrapping his left arm around my neck when I burp him now.  He also wants to spend more time in my arms during the day.
  6. Wants more physical contact during nursing: This is definitely happening also.  When I nurse him on his Boppy, he generally has both hands on either side of my breast.  Sometimes, he’ll get really squirmy, but will calm down if I hold his hand.  When I nurse him lying down, he will hold his own hands and will keep eye contact with me until he’s done.
  7. Sleeps poorly: Last night was good.  It was a typical “wake at 2am then at 7am” night.  However, the three previous ones were grueling as he was waking anywhere between 4 and 8 times.  Mommy had some serious bags under her eyes.  Nap-wise, it has also been harder recently.  It takes him more time to fall asleep and he’ll sleep for shorter periods.
  8. Sucks his thumb, or does so more often: Though my son hasn’t found his thumb yet, he does need to suck more often.  He’ll be sucking on his hand more frequently and seems to need a pacifier more often these days.
  9. Is less lively: This isn’t really the case with my son.
  10. Is quieter, less vocal: I have noticed this, but not to the extent of some of the other signs.  Though he interacts less (smiles and coos) he’s still VERY vocal about his crankiness!  😀

A trying as these weeks are, I know that they pass and that everything falls back into place quickly once they’re over.  Plus, now that I know about wonder weeks, I’m excited to see my son’s new skills.

Posted in Newborn

White Noise: Friend or Fluke?

As I was looking over the word cloud I created from my blog’s url a few days ago, I realized that the words I used most often were related to sleep.  It’s little wonder as I’ve always had issues with sleep.  It used to be that, to be functional, I needed a good eight hours rest (in a row!).  If I wanted to be really rested and have a ton of energy, I would need ten hours.  Furthermore, I’ve always been one to go to bed early (like “nine-ish”) and have had problems with insomnia.  Nowadays, my insomnia’s gone (gee, I wonder why) and when I can get six hours of sleep in two-hour increments, I can consider myself functional!

I’m almost afraid to write this – I’m sure it’ll bite me in the rear end real soon – but I haven’t had too many problems with my nighttime sleep since my son was born (minus the two growth spurts).  But perhaps, that is just a  matter of perspective.  I mean, after all, I’ve had to adjust my sleep cycles to my new role as a mother.  The problem lies in my son’s daytime naps.  As I’ve mentioned before, my son is a curious little bugger.  He is also rather gassy, which means that he does have tummy issues.  He can spend hours awake during the day.  He fights sleep like it’s his ultimate enemy sometimes and then gets overtired.  Overtired leads to cranky, cranky leads to having even more trouble falling asleep.  It’s a vicious cycle.

After reading on the Incredible Infant Blog about white noise, I decided to give it a try.  I went to the iTunes store and purchased a white noise cd for babies.  More specifically, I bought this white noise cd.  After downloading it, I decided to try it out.  It was as good a time as any as my son had been awake for two hours and was showing signs of overtiredness (yawning, looking away, glazed over gaze, whining…).  I put him back against my chest, so that his head could rest on my shoulder if he desired to (because for the past hour, each time I tried to get him in this position, he would keep his head lifted up and would push against me with his arms), clicked on a random track and started rubbing his back.  It was kinda creepy as it sounded like a recording of a fan or vacuum cleaner running.  But what was even more creepy was that my little one was asleep within two minutes!  I kept him in my arms for five minutes, not daring to put him in his moses basket as I was afraid he’d wake up as soon as he left my arms.  When I finally caved in to the temptation of putting him down to sleep, he stayed asleep – until I woke him for his next feeding!

Of course, I tried the experience again in the afternoon.  It worked again!  So far, I’ve tried this method for daytime naps six times.  It has worked four times out of six.  So you tell me: does white noise really work, or was it all a fluke?

Posted in Sleep (and lack thereof)

Words to fear: #1: Growth Spurt

As I write this, my little one is sleeping, which is a big relief, as he spent the past 48 hours going through his second growth spurt.  It is, as always, a trying time for him and for me.  Now, what’s so scary about a growth spurt?   I mean, even the perpetually worried mother that I am is now able to recognize them.  I know, intellectually, that they happen and are necessary.  I know the signs, I know what happens, heck, I even knew that he would have one during his second or third week of life.

But you see, the thing with growth-spurts, I learned, is that when they happen, my son is feeding every hour to two hours (that is, when he isn’t cluster feeding).  This means that if he eats at 7pm, by 8pm he’ll be famished again and seeing as my son seems to love his mother’s breasts, he typically spends a good half-hour draining one breast before (finally) falling asleep on it.  This means that I have about a half-hour to rest/eat/shower between feedings.

If it were only that, it wouldn’t be too bad, but my boy’s growth spurts include large blocks of cluster feeding.  You see, generally, my little angel cluster feeds from about 7pm to 11pm every evening.  This means that he is PERPETUALLY at my breast.  For those who think I’m exaggerating, I’m not.  This seems to be some sort of bonding ritual between he and I as well as being a way to ensure my milk supply is up to par.  You see, he will have a good feed and fall asleep.  I will then proceed to lay him down for sleep and he will wake up and start wailing as soon as I set him down.  I will pick him up and he will automatically turn towards my chest and try to get to my breasts through my shirt.  So I start again, I put him to my breast again, tickle his cheek to make sure he keeps sucking on it and get all the milk he needs until he pulls his head away and falls asleep, then I put him in his moses or bed only to hear him cry it out again as soon as my hand leaves his head.  The cycle continues: drink, sleep, lay down, wake, drink, sleep, lay down, wake… until he finally falls asleep for good (which means for two hours or so).  On normal days, I can handle this, but during a growth spurt…whew…he keeps at it ALL night.  I find that the nightly cluster feedings to be so hard because neither I or he can seem to get a wink of sleep.  He gets cranky and so do I.

Knowing this, I decided, yesterday evening, that I would keep my boy in my arms when he fell asleep so that at least he could get some Zzzz in.  I chose to feed him lying down, in the bed that we have in the spare bedroom (because it is against a wall, has a firm mattress and, most importantly, didn’t have a coughing and sick boyfriend in it).  My son sucked away at my breast and fell asleep.  I turned him so that I had his back against my chest and rubbed his tummy.  I was happy with my success at allowing him some rest and smiled as I felt his every breath against my chest.  I closed my eyes as I gave him a kiss…and woke up two hours later!  I had my first (unplanned) co-sleeping experience.  More on co-sleeping in another post.