4.5 nights later, things are getting rough. Jackson apparently feels very insecure in his crib now without the apparatus, but does not ask for it. Wed night he really kind of freaked, looked like he'd seen a ghost, and didn't sleep until midnight, after we'd read his entire library of books through twice.
It all feels like some sort of unethical 1960s psychology expirament, but we're at the point where we'd cave if ever asks for it by name.
I need to find out if I ever took one. Was horrified a few years ago to find out that I wasn't breast fed..
Posted by cmwillis at August 12, 2005 11:26 AM | TrackBack