I get the sense some of you were afraid we were going to be trying to keep a newborn in our bedroom at its normal temperature. No. Please, give us a little credit. Not even we, hardened and calloused as we are, would make a small baby try to acclimate to 45 degrees.
Be assured that Cubby rests in a room* that we maintain at a comfortable 70-75 degrees. We did this by turning off the furnace heat to the majority of the house and instead directing it all into a tiny bedroom. Plus, there's a space heater. These two things together manage to keep it warm enough.
Surprisingly, I've actually been enjoying the warmth myself. Or perhaps that's not so surprising, since I spend half the night somewhat, ahem, bare when the child feels the need to eat. Which is often. I think A. finds it a little warm, but we don't worry about him.
And on a non-related but nonetheless irritating note: I would like to have a little word with the bright mind who decided that infant vitamin drops should be bright orange in color. Better yet, I'd like to have that bright mind try to administer the drops and not get orange stains all over HIS clothes.
* I use the word "rests" deliberately, as there seems to be little sleeping going on much of the time.