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Say it on the Huffington Post
I can't really honestly tell you that I've had a decent night of sleep since Charlie was born. I think that my wife and I are in agreement about one thing: We want our bedroom back.
To scoot in the middle of our bed, after Donna died, was to inhabit sacred space. I can still feel her there sometimes, and certainly think of her there if I migrate too close to the middle.
As a community of parents, let's agree on one thing: we do not need to reinvent the child-caring wheel with each new baby. We are all doing the best we can for our children and our families.
A recent study suggests that young children who share a bed with their parents may be at lower risk for obesity.
Is it possible that Americans are emotionally better in tune with their pets than their babies?
As a culture, Americans need to move beyond narrow interpretations of parenting practices.
What most people seem to ignore is that creating an attachment bond with your baby is about putting your child's needs ahead of yours. It's as simple as that. Seriously.
You can be the most sacrificing altruistic mother in the world and your child will resent you for making them your world and never teaching them empathy because you always hid your pain.
Our decision to not co-sleep with our children has allowed us to nurture our relationship as husband and wife, while at the same time instilling in our children the importance of being independent.
This may not be a great confession to make as a pediatrician, but when it comes to sleep and kids, I am a total softie.
If there's one thing we women, especially brand-new mothers, enjoy hearing, especially from men and especially from our fathers, is that breastfeeding "seems like a hassle."
Perhaps we need more celebrities like Brad and Angelina -- who say they sleep with all six of theirs in a giant bed -- to convince the world that sleeping with your kids is actually a privilege.
I'm afraid that if it's found out, in Park Slope, that I buy my baby's food in jars, the Stroller Mafia will set up a picket line outside our building with candles and vigils and big signs stapled to sticks.
