Sleep, or the lack thereof

When Kimmie was little she did not sleep. We tried rocking; it wound her up. We tried just putting her to bed; she cried and screamed. We tried walking her; she fought it. It was nearly impossible to get her to sleep. She would never sleep for a nap, and bedtime was always a struggle.

Her favorite times to sleep were between 5 pm and 10 pm and between 5 am and noon. She would fall asleep in the middle of playing. Once we found her standing in front of a wooden rocking chair, sound asleep with her forehead resting on the seat of the chair. Once she fell asleep while reaching under a child's plastic picnic table. She was standing on the outside of the bench seat and reached over the seat and under the table for a toy. We found her asleep with her tummy on the seat of the picnic table and her head and feet dangling on either side. Many times we found her asleep in the middle of the floor where she had been playing. When the rattle of the toys would stop, we knew to go check on her, and that's when we would find her sound asleep.

--Mom