oh, trace - we've been there (still are sometimes). it is awful. forgive me if i've forgotten some of the details of where/how P sleeps/doesn't, but for what it's worth, this is where we are now... for the past week madam has slept in a different room to us (apart from last 2 nights at dad's). this means i find it easier to let her cry even a bit. it also means dh can go in and settle, even if it takes AGES. we've made the decision that i only go in if i am ok wiht feeding her - i.e. if it is around midnight, and about 4 hours after that. we will then extend the times between feeds. luckily dh is now able to settle her, even if it takes an age and i am able to lie in bed and block out the sounds.
if she doesn't settle well for the first part of the night, though, i am more leniant, as it might be teeth, or something genuinely distressing her.
i have to say i think i find it easier to hear her cry than you - especially if i have had some semblance of sleep. if not, then all bets are off and i might go in and rescue her at the slightest hint of a sound. i know i need to be more consistent, but the poor lamb hasn't slept in the same bed in teh same place for more than 2 nights at a time for the past week, so i really can't expect much of her at the mo. i am feeling better because she is beginning to sleep a bit better and dh is having success at settling her.
something that comforts me is how cheery she is in the day, and how different she seems at night - she is also suffering from middle-of-th-night paranoia, just as i do, and ultimately she will be fine. hope that helps.
back from dad's - he's been a really good patient, bless him. he is hoping to work things out with ladyfriend, but it isn't easy. madam is eating marginally more food, but that isn't easy either. i have to say, i've come home for a rest. it was amusing in sainsburys, though, to have madam strapped to my front in the bjorn, me pushing dad in teh wheelchair and the wheelchair attached to a shopping trolley. 3 generations of the waitingfamily, only one of whom could walk. wish i had a photo. he's going to be on crutches for 9 weeks - and to be honest he cannot cope on his own. i am juggling looking after him with dropping him off with his sister who can also help. bloody hell. must get on with ttc madam's sibling so she doesn't have to go through this as an only child.