We've had an easy time with learning "hot". I have hot drinks several times a day ~10 months of the year, and I knew before my December baby was even born that I was going to disregard the books' and magazines' warning to never hold a hot drink and a baby at the same time! Thus, from birth my son has heard, "Not for you; it's hot." and seen that steam rises from those objects. I often hold him on one hip while stirring cooking food with the other hand, too, and he's seen us blow on bites of food before we eat them or offer them to him. By 10 months, he was puffing up his cheeks and blowing whenever he felt something was hot or saw something steaming--even across the street!
A few times he's been mildly burned--by a droplet from my hot drink, by food that's hotter than we thought, or once by touching the instant-hot-water tap at a friend's house which had a few drops clinging to it--and we've made a point of saying, "It was HOT! It hurt you!" as we comfort him. He is now very careful of hot things and keeps back from anything we tell him is hot.
We haven't done EC, but just recently we've started leaving EnviroBaby diaper-free at night. I can't explain what gave me the idea.
He had a persistent rash and needed more diaper-free time, and we were having trouble working it into our schedule...but until the first night we tried this, I thought he was peeing in his sleep all night. That is, I thought it intellectually, but as I was going to sleep that first night I felt strangely certain that I would not be waking up in a puddle. Turns out he doesn't pee until he starts waking up! I just posted on the EC forum for advice on how to get him to the bathroom at that point without making him mad (he's awake enough to pee before he feels like getting out of bed) but I'm thrilled that he has the ability to hold it all night! Hardcore EC-ers would say we trained him out of that by diapering, but apparently we didn't.
We haven't been to a swimming pool since he learned to walk, but we go to playgrounds several times a week, and EnviroBaby has never walked off the edge of a playground platform. I'd suspected that was not just a CC thing but related to his temperament, and PrincessDoll's post confirms it.
We don't babyproof much but have moved specific items that became problematic because he was fascinated by them and they were dangerous or important to us. Mostly he gets to play with stuff. No sharp knives yet, but he can have butter knives and forks as long as he doesn't run around with them.
My partner is finally reading TCC. After the section about birth and early infancy, he gave me a long tearful apology for failing to intervene more with the hospital personnel when EnviroBaby was born. I accepted the apology, but I understand why he didn't do more: Our midwife, whom we trusted to avoid unnecessary intervention, really let us down by stating unequivocally that things had to be done a particular way because there was meconium discharge just before delivery. The hospital procedure was to cut the cord immediately (we'd wanted it left attached until it stopped pulsing), take the baby away WITHOUT LETTING ME SEE OR TOUCH HIM FOR EVEN ONE SECOND to the other side of the room, suction his nose and mouth with a rubber bulb, and then (this is the part I didn't know until this recent conversation) leave him there under a heat lamp and hand the bulb to his father without ANY instruction in how to use it!!! (He did know how, but they didn't know that, and since it's possible to force stuff INTO the lungs if you use the bulb the wrong way, that's totally negligent!) He was on his own for half an hour before an orderly came and insisted on taking EnviroBaby to the ICU for observation, even though he was breathing fine, still without letting me see or touch him. EnviroDaddy feels guilty for not bringing EnviroBaby over to me during that half-hour, shoving past the people who were saying I couldn't hold him while I was getting stitches--I didn't need to HOLD him, just to see and touch him and know for sure that my baby was real and alive. I do wish EnviroDaddy had done more, but even more I wish I hadn't tried to "be brave" and "make the best of things" but had given voice to my feelings. If I had screamed ceaselessly, "GIVE ME MY BABY!!! MY BABY NEEDS ME!!!" maybe they would have listened; at least they would've known how I felt. I don't know if it really affected EnviroBaby in the long run, but it affected me horribly. I'll never get over it never ever ever. Of course I did tell EnviroDaddy how I felt when our baby was in the ICU and we were left completely alone together for an hour (it didn't even occur to the hospital or our midwife that we might need some kind of support or counseling!) but he didn't quite realize until reading this book: I felt as though my baby had died. I knew intellectually that it wasn't true, but to my body and spirit that was the only possible explanation for my empty arms. Everything was wrong wrong wrong. The after-birth treatment was far more painful and upsetting than it should have been because I wasn't getting the flood of hormones that would have been triggered by holding my baby. I told myself that our trusted midwife wouldn't allow this horrible thing to happen if it wasn't absolutely necessary to save my baby's life, but I just KNEW that it wasn't; every cry and snuffle I heard from him told me absolutely that what he needed was ME. And at that point I assumed they'd used some kind of special respiratory equipment that had to be set up on the other side of the room--it's just now that EnviroDaddy told me it was only a rubber bulb, which they could've used while EnviroBaby was lying on me with the cord still attached!!!
: I can't believe they did this to us!!! Yet I know that this is routine and is far from the worst they do.
Well. Pardon my ranting.