the ever elusive zzzz's

So after a year home and 365 quiet and peaceful nights, Ethan has given up sleep.  We had a nice routine going.  We rocked, we read books, we drank warm milk, we turned on his cute little turtle...the one that projects stars onto the ceiling.  At this point he would usually point to his crib and say "night night" with a sleepy smile on his face.  No fussing, no crying, just snuggling into his pillow and that was all she wrote.  Well, ain't nobody getting a good night's sleep these days except that blasted turtle.  He is waking 2-3 times per night crying inconsolably.  We have tried milk, food, lights on, lights off, door open, door closed, music on, music off, humidifier, Tylenol, and yes (shame) even a little Benedryl.  The only thing that really works is to sandwich him between two warm bodies...any two will do.  It's like he just needs to be close.  When Meagan was a toddler I turned up my nose at my co-sleeping friends who obviously lacked boundaries and just plain old good sense.  But now?  Not so much.  Not sure if I am older and wiser or just older and tired, but is it really such a terrible thing to allow your child to sleep with you?  Think about it.  Night time can be a pretty lonely time of day.  Don't we, as adults, prefer to sleep snuggled up to our spouse instead of alone?  I recently read that co-sleeping was the norm in all societies prior to the 1700's.  And many people in other countries still co-sleep with their children out of necessity (think entire family sleeping in one small room).  And most of those kids don't grow up to be sissies or axe-murderers.  See....deprive yourself of sleep for 8 weeks and co-sleeping will begin to seem reasonable to you as well!