Sharon Luca-Chatha stayed with her son Luca overnight when he was stillborn in 2012, but said had she had "a cold cuddle cot" she could have been with him for up to two more days.
But after a couple of paragraphs of ironic motivational talk, each chapter moves into a narrative mode: "you" are a poor village boy, first seen "huddled, shivering, on the packed earth under your mother's cot one cold, dewy morning".
Ideally, babies should be neither too hot nor too cold; 75% of the cot-sleeping babies were in the ideal comfort zone, where the peripheral temperature is between -1°C and -3°C of the core temperature.
I imagine the baby me, stuck in a cot and going cold turkey like Renton in Trainspotting.
Closer to home, Charlotte Lowell, who occasionally wrote poetry, was treated for "semi-psychotic" states and spent a year following what she thought to be the daily habits of Napoleon — sleeping on an army cot and taking "cold plunges" every morning.
Percival Lowell, the astronomer who wrote several books on Mars, at least once experienced a "complete breakdown of the machine". Closer to home, Charlotte Lowell, who occasionally wrote poetry, was treated for "semi-psychotic" states and spent a year following what she thought to be the daily habits of Napoleon sleeping on an army cot and taking "cold plunges" every morning.
One of the paramedics called to the house of Baby P last year, who found him "blue and cold" in his blood-spattered cot, observed: "The mum seemed very detached from what was going on, she didn't seem to want to be with the baby...[she] just tried to get out of hospital to have cigarettes and just not be there".
In an office complex in Herndon, Va., more than 100 pilots and other executives of the Air Line Pilots Association have spent the last two weeks eating cold pizza and sleeping in shifts on rickety cots as they labor round the clock to come up with a list of safety recommendations to present to federal regulators.
As a small child, she once lost patience while posing for a portrait painter and told the man, "You are a very ugly man and I don't like you one bit!" The Tsar's children were raised as simply as possible, sleeping on hard camp cots unless they were ill, taking cold baths every morning.
Winter nights were so cold that everyone huddled around the stone fireplace on cots, he said.
