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Just Needed Snuggles


Chickadee has been crying during the day every half hour or so and won't calm down until I pick her up and cuddle her with her binkie. I know that a typical child who is around 18 to 30 months experiences this to some extent. Usually in the context of social anxiety and strangers.

I can't decide whether this is a brilliant stoke of genius strategy in which she escapes the boredom of her immobile life. Or if she is experiencing some neurological side effect. Regardless-in spite of the fact that the latter makes me heartless to say it-SHE IS DRIVING ME CRAZY!!! Oh wait. I already AM. Well she's upsetting the bats in the attic at any rate.

At least she is sleeping through the night. It's a miracle I will not cease to be grateful for! Now if I could only find new toys she can operate we could be set.


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  1. Bless her heart (and yours too!) At least you have found a way to calm her today, if only temporarily...I don't know where we would be without our binkies (or night-nights, as he calls them) sometimes.

    Here's hoping the rest of the day will bring more peace to you both!

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  2. Whatever the cause, I expect the cuddling is good for both of you. But I can sure imagine that as much as you love and cherish her, it gets tiresome! I know it did when mine needed extra momming! You're an amazing mom, and I'm voting every day for the Retts fundraising.

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  3. I truly can't imagine. You make all of us other moms who moan about our kids seem ridiculous. My kids drive me crazy and neither one of them has special needs. You are truly amazing!!

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  4. You're so amazing! I voted for the Rett Syndrome funding, and even posted it on my Twitter and Facebook pages.

    Bless you and your little one!

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  5. When she finally goes down, maybe some noise-cancelling headphones might be an idea... you know.. just to clear your brain.

    Cheers,
    Missa
    LosingEthel

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  6. I just love the photo. Hope chickadee is calm and peaceful and you can get some rest!

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  7. Thank God for sleeping through the night huh? Be well my friend.

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  8. Glad you're getting some peace and sleep at night. I voted for your idea too. Lovely picture.

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  9. It is NOT heartless -- I suspect it's just the reality of mothering children sometiimes!Sleep deep, my friend . . . echoing here: you are amazing!

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  10. I couldn't get through the links yesterday. It was driving me crazy. This one works finally!!! =)


    P.S. You get crazy mad all you want babies are smarter than we are!

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  11. Aw...voted. :) Hope that you get to relax some.

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  12. Oh I jumped up and down and sang Hallelujah when my kids started sleeping through the night. I hope you get to relax very soon and that she decides that she can get her snuggles a little more sporadically than that.

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