A while ago I decided to squeeze our crib cot into our room to give Thomas a safe place to sleep in that period after he falls asleep (around 7, or 9, depending on the insanity of the night) and before I come to bed.
It's worked out well, but not the spectacular "see! all he wanted was his own space and he'd sleep through the night every night, forever and ever, amen."
Mostly, it's kept him from massive head injury. He still wakes, he still crawls around, and, now, he'll call "Mamamamamamamamamamama! wail! Mamamamamamamamamamamamamamama!" when he wakes. Calling for me is pretty much the death knell for letting a baby cry, not that I have much inclination toward cry-it-out. I think part of my heart still is broken from listening to not-napping Peter cry out, "mama, come! mama, come! mama, come!"
Here's Thomas, though, sleeping like a baby. Don't be fooled. He'll be up in about three minutes.
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