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		<title>By: Mimi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-63291</link>
		<dc:creator>Mimi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Jun 2007 01:28:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I would like to share my family experience to this topic ;) We are 8 children, and the youngest, my sister who is now 30 and living abroad, slept with our Mom and Dad for a long time (the rest of us, I don't remember if we did sleep with our parents). Since my sister was born after 5 boys, she couldn't share rooms with them, and us two older sisters, since our room was small. Now we're all adults some having our own families, I can say that our youngest is the most independent type of person (and for me, the most successful), among us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I would like to share my family experience to this topic <img src='http://aboutmyrecovery.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> We are 8 children, and the youngest, my sister who is now 30 and living abroad, slept with our Mom and Dad for a long time (the rest of us, I don&#8217;t remember if we did sleep with our parents). Since my sister was born after 5 boys, she couldn&#8217;t share rooms with them, and us two older sisters, since our room was small. Now we&#8217;re all adults some having our own families, I can say that our youngest is the most independent type of person (and for me, the most successful), among us.</p>
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		<title>By: LeahTM</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-16515</link>
		<dc:creator>LeahTM</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 15:23:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>we were also into the family bed set-up. my children (now 18, 14 &#38; 12) only started sleeping in their own room 4 years ago. When they were little, I breastfed them and so they of course shared the bed with me and my husband. now, my youngest son is already 12 and i still miss him sleeping beside me.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>we were also into the family bed set-up. my children (now 18, 14 &amp; 12) only started sleeping in their own room 4 years ago. When they were little, I breastfed them and so they of course shared the bed with me and my husband. now, my youngest son is already 12 and i still miss him sleeping beside me.</p>
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		<title>By: Mourning Mommy and Me &#187; a perfectly good life &#187; Blog Archive</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-10984</link>
		<dc:creator>Mourning Mommy and Me &#187; a perfectly good life &#187; Blog Archive</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Jan 2007 03:47:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Lately, I have struggled with the feelings that my 15-year-old daughter has stirred in me. As she takes joy in growing up – which includes lots of socializing, having more independence, and less and less time with mommy and daddy – I sometimes feel like I am in the midst of a romantic rejection. My daughter&#8217;s greatest pleasure used to be that she got to sleep with her father and me. As we were believers in  the family bed , I slept in the middle and she and I snuggled like two of the happiest people alive. No matter how much whining or conflict that might have occurred during the day, we always felt that our nights were close, peaceful, and reparative. Today, she’s humiliated to even remember that we all slept together, and says that she certainly won&#8217;t do that with her kids when she&#8217;s a mother. &#8220;It&#8217;s too hard to break the habit,&#8221; she says. It&#8217;s funny she feels that way, because her father and I see her as one of the most secure people we know. She is independent, well defined, and willing to take risks. We have attributed these traits to a variety of factors, but certainly our willingness to offer her this primitive, or primal, kind of security was an ingredient that lead to her stability. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Lately, I have struggled with the feelings that my 15-year-old daughter has stirred in me. As she takes joy in growing up – which includes lots of socializing, having more independence, and less and less time with mommy and daddy – I sometimes feel like I am in the midst of a romantic rejection. My daughter&#8217;s greatest pleasure used to be that she got to sleep with her father and me. As we were believers in  the family bed , I slept in the middle and she and I snuggled like two of the happiest people alive. No matter how much whining or conflict that might have occurred during the day, we always felt that our nights were close, peaceful, and reparative. Today, she’s humiliated to even remember that we all slept together, and says that she certainly won&#8217;t do that with her kids when she&#8217;s a mother. &#8220;It&#8217;s too hard to break the habit,&#8221; she says. It&#8217;s funny she feels that way, because her father and I see her as one of the most secure people we know. She is independent, well defined, and willing to take risks. We have attributed these traits to a variety of factors, but certainly our willingness to offer her this primitive, or primal, kind of security was an ingredient that lead to her stability. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Understanding Adjustable Beds</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-10364</link>
		<dc:creator>Understanding Adjustable Beds</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Jan 2007 00:56:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have friends who slept with not only their son until he was four but their two cats as well. There were a few times that the baby almost fell out of the bed - so my only concern is that it there may be some danger. I have other friends who set the crib up right against their bed and put the baby in his own bed to sleep.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have friends who slept with not only their son until he was four but their two cats as well. There were a few times that the baby almost fell out of the bed - so my only concern is that it there may be some danger. I have other friends who set the crib up right against their bed and put the baby in his own bed to sleep.</p>
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		<title>By: how to ruin &#8230; &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Mourning Mommy and Me</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-7279</link>
		<dc:creator>how to ruin &#8230; &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Mourning Mommy and Me</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 06 Dec 2006 13:09:23 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Lately, I have struggled with the feelings that my 15-year-old daughter has stirred in me. As she takes joy in growing up – which includes lots of socializing, having more independence, and less and less time with mommy and daddy – I find myself feeling like I am experiencing a romantic rejection. Her greatest pleasure used to be that she got to sleep with her father and me. As we were believers in  the family bed , I slept in the middle and she and I snuggled like two of the happiest people alive. No matter how much whining, or conflict, that might have occurred during the day, we always felt that our nights were close, peaceful, and reparative. Today, she’s humiliated to even remember that we all slept together, and says that she certainly won’t do that with her kids when she’s a mother. “It’s too hard to break the habit,” she says. It’s funny she feels that way, because her father and I see her as one of the most secure people we know. She is independent; she is well defined; and she’s willing to take risks. We have attributed these traits to a variety of factors, but certainly our willingness to offer her this primitive or primal kind of security was an ingredient that lead to her stability. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Lately, I have struggled with the feelings that my 15-year-old daughter has stirred in me. As she takes joy in growing up – which includes lots of socializing, having more independence, and less and less time with mommy and daddy – I find myself feeling like I am experiencing a romantic rejection. Her greatest pleasure used to be that she got to sleep with her father and me. As we were believers in  the family bed , I slept in the middle and she and I snuggled like two of the happiest people alive. No matter how much whining, or conflict, that might have occurred during the day, we always felt that our nights were close, peaceful, and reparative. Today, she’s humiliated to even remember that we all slept together, and says that she certainly won’t do that with her kids when she’s a mother. “It’s too hard to break the habit,” she says. It’s funny she feels that way, because her father and I see her as one of the most secure people we know. She is independent; she is well defined; and she’s willing to take risks. We have attributed these traits to a variety of factors, but certainly our willingness to offer her this primitive or primal kind of security was an ingredient that lead to her stability. [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Noemi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-5961</link>
		<dc:creator>Noemi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Nov 2006 00:02:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@ganns- a secure child grows up to be more confident of himself. It's good to be close to our children.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@ganns- a secure child grows up to be more confident of himself. It&#8217;s good to be close to our children.</p>
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		<title>By: ganns</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-5893</link>
		<dc:creator>ganns</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 22 Nov 2006 05:16:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My wife and I have had our son sleep with us in our room, and I imagine that when our new baby is born sometime in June, s/he will be joining us there as well.

Nathan is close to us, and I believe sharing the same room with us, and for the first two years of his life, our bed, played a big role. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My wife and I have had our son sleep with us in our room, and I imagine that when our new baby is born sometime in June, s/he will be joining us there as well.</p>
<p>Nathan is close to us, and I believe sharing the same room with us, and for the first two years of his life, our bed, played a big role. <img src='http://aboutmyrecovery.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: Noemi</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-5808</link>
		<dc:creator>Noemi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 23:56:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>@Cris- Maybe that's why my daughters didn't complain when they slept with us.

@Dexie- what a great husband you have. The girls were probably around your son's age when Luijoe arrived. Since they were girls, they didn't move too much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>@Cris- Maybe that&#8217;s why my daughters didn&#8217;t complain when they slept with us.</p>
<p>@Dexie- what a great husband you have. The girls were probably around your son&#8217;s age when Luijoe arrived. Since they were girls, they didn&#8217;t move too much.</p>
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		<title>By: Dexie</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-5807</link>
		<dc:creator>Dexie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 23:48:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>my husband said the same thing the first night we got home from the hospital. suffice it to say, my son didn’t sleep in his own bed until he was 5. within those 5 years we moved his crib, then his toddler bed in our room but he always ended up in our own bed.

with the new baby, i’m tying so hard to get her in her bassinet after night feedings but lo and behold she ends up in our bed too. we can’t have them both in our bed though cos the son moves too much. i’m afraid i’ll fnd his sister on the floor in the morning..lol.

sex?? please, if there’s a will, there’s a way. that’s how you get creative. that’s why they have things called nooners and quickies..lol. the off chance that the baby is asleep in her bassinnet, well of course the cats will play, a little longer</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>my husband said the same thing the first night we got home from the hospital. suffice it to say, my son didn’t sleep in his own bed until he was 5. within those 5 years we moved his crib, then his toddler bed in our room but he always ended up in our own bed.</p>
<p>with the new baby, i’m tying so hard to get her in her bassinet after night feedings but lo and behold she ends up in our bed too. we can’t have them both in our bed though cos the son moves too much. i’m afraid i’ll fnd his sister on the floor in the morning..lol.</p>
<p>sex?? please, if there’s a will, there’s a way. that’s how you get creative. that’s why they have things called nooners and quickies..lol. the off chance that the baby is asleep in her bassinnet, well of course the cats will play, a little longer</p>
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		<title>By: cris</title>
		<link>http://aboutmyrecovery.com/2006/11/19/the-family-bed/#comment-5798</link>
		<dc:creator>cris</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Nov 2006 17:55:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>it really is comforting to sleep with my parents; when my brother passed away, i couldn't sleep except with them, and the same thing happened when my lola passed away this summer too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>it really is comforting to sleep with my parents; when my brother passed away, i couldn&#8217;t sleep except with them, and the same thing happened when my lola passed away this summer too.</p>
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