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We just moved out of our apartments! I couldn't be happier. We had a complete nut job woman living above us. Cops always coming and going, DYFS, 2 am drunk fights complete with arrests, oh it was like something out of Jerry Springer. They were so noisy. And our complaints were not addressed by our slumlord. They'd wake my baby constently, and I worked nights, so often I'd get no sleep.
Then one AFTERNOON my son (now 4, but at the time was maybe 2) was in the kitchen which we usually keep gated, and slammed the pots and pans cabin open and shut, I'm not kidding, maybe 3 times, and our upstairs neighbor banged back! Well, I had finally had enough and I flew up there and completely out of character nearly physically hurt her. I had been tired of them disrupting our lives for 2 years, and the first time we make noise, she bangs back.
Needless to say, I should ahve handled it better, but sometimes emotions get the best of us.
What my neighbor didn't know, was all the personal stress I was dealing with, including my DS being diagnosed with autism.
The two years following, we barely taked, and seeing how the apartment complex did nothing to address noise complains, I was "lively" at 5am, when they were loud the night before. Civil? No. But I had tried for two years to go about it the right way, and only hit dead ends.
However, as the years went on, my autistic son became very loud, and still in. He has a lot fo very vocal tantrums, and went through about a year where he'd walk up in the middle of the night screaming, sometimes for like an hour.
As for the people across the hall, it turned out they had an autistic child too, and they were understanding of all the noise coming from our apartment.

I'd take screaming kids and obnoxious notes over loud sex-couple any day. At my old apartment, the upstairs neighbor (a single guy in his 20s) would have REALLY, REALLY loud sex at all hours. It wasn't just annoyingly rude, it was embarrassing when we'd have company over.

I am sure that in many cases, apartment living for a new parent is not ideal but is the more financially sound option. My sister just had a baby a few months back, and though she and her fiance work, they can afford an apartment, groceries, and necessities for the baby. That's it. They would love to have a home, more ideal to having a baby that makes noise, but you know, we'd all love to have things we just can't afford. It's definitely not their intention to be an imposition-you can't control some aspects of life all the time.

This thread makes me so very very thankful I've never had to live in an apartment.

Mom of screaming sick baby here

The majority of new parents simply can't up and move into a house away from people, if we could, we probably wouldn't have lived in an apartment anyways. Nobody wants to live in an apartment with a baby if a house was an option.

We did end up moving into a house, purely because my husband could afford it on one salary. But most young families do not have that kind of money. I know when I was single and childless, it was far easier for me to move out of a crappy apartment situation (I had some weirdo keep putting condoms on my car and leaving roses at my door, eek!) than to expect some poor mom with a young baby to leave and find housing away from other people.

I actually understand him He's under stress, having a small child, having to put up with his (hard definable at times) need, his wife's needs, his wfe's hormones, his job, his new apartment ... I'd loose it too, and, to be honest, as far as I know myself, Id write the exact same note. not meaning any harm, but just being pissed and wanting not to be talked to
as a neighbor, I'd say "so what?!" to myself and compliment the baby on various occasions

I agree - to a point. People whose children are obnoxiously loud or intrusive because they haven't been taught not to be, and people who keep loud pets in places that are unsuited for such animals do need to simply take responsibility for their households. However, I think that when dealing with really difficult issues for which there are no simple fixes (or possibly no fixes at all), such as sick infants and children with major mental/emotional/behavioral issues, it's understandable that parents or other caregivers get worn down and snappish about complaints that they can't do much about. I don't really understand how your statement above squares with the one from your first post on this thread (below). Were you being sarcastic?

I would probably ignore it. Chances are , the sign will come down. If nothing else, tell prop management or just take it down urself.

We had a cool neighbor lady like that growing up and she made our summers so much fun!! those kids will ALWAYS remember you!

We also had a hateful type of lady who tried to yell at us. Turns out she was just lonely and sad. Allergic to animals so no pets. Two children living far away from her. I had the good sense to bring her baked goods a few times and visit with her, and the yelling stopped. She died a few years later from cancer and was in a lot of pain before hand.

I think often about both of those neighbors and what I learned from them.

People make complaints about babies crying? What on earth is anyone expected to do about that, smother the baby? We're living next door to a baby, and yes, it cries, and it even has the audacity to cry at night. It can be off-putting when we're, erm, in bed but busy, and it's not great to be woken up in the middle of the night by it, but there are thick walls in this block and it must be far, far worse for the poor parents who are getting sleep-deprived on a regular basis.

On the other hand, I had several years of local children playing outside my bedroom window for months on end every year. They would literally scream for eight hours a day, and they were either young enough that they should have had adult supervision or old enough that they should have been at school. I spend almost all my time in bed due to chronic illness and nap during the day, so this was really unpleasant to live with. Eventually I did try to take action, but it turned out to be impossible to get anything done, especially as I had no idea who they were or which flat they were from.

This summer I've had a fun time of it trying to get the council to act on one of the local pubs. Every summer they have an outdoor band in their beer garden, with amplification. It's extremely loud in my flat which is two streets away; if you're in the street where it's going on, you're pretty much shaking from the sound. Unfortunately, the council have to witness the sound a certain number of times before they can take action. A lot of times I don't bother - there are plenty of occasions when you don't actually want a random stranger from Environmental Health coming to your flat, especially in the evening and later - but when I do, the problem is that it takes about half an hour to process the call, and then at least another half hour for the guys to turn up, and they have an incredible knack for turning up two minutes after the music has finished, or when the band is between sets.

At least it's not like my previous flat. The first floor neighbours on one side were total racists. They were happily spreading malicious gossip about the Pakistani family who ran the corner shop, and about me because they knew I was Jewish, and also for the crime of being the youngest person in the block. Apparently, every time someone slammed the front door, it was my fault. The first floor neighbour on my side was a dotty old woman who would pause only to put on her skirt and her "fang" (as she called it) before swanning down to my flat whenever she detected someone male visiting me. She kept on coming on to several of my friends, who were a third of her age and gay anyway, and she actually groped the guy from the council who was fixing the front door. She was convinced that the guy upstairs was sexually harassing her, which I think was delusion as well. He had certainly never shown the slightest bit of interest in any women that I'd seen, including me. And then one day when I was visiting my current flat prior to moving into it, I missed a huge drama with a bunch of uniformed and plain clothes cops breaking down this guy's door (apparently all his rooms were padlocked) and taking him away in an armoured van. Though he was brought back a few months later.

Undoubtedly the worst neighbour noise experience I've had was a previous flat in a fairly rough area of town, where I had to call the police because a neighbour's down was being broken down. The police turned up and accepted the guy's excuse that he was just worried about his girlfriend, even though it had domestic violence written all over it. (This is the usual police response to domestic violence, they even get trained in how to brush off cases. My best friend's sister is a copper, and when she was working in the Family Protection Unit I heard some pretty horrible things about how they're trained.) I heard the woman going down the stairs with a friend saying to her, "You've got to report him, he's beating you black and blue." The guy didn't live there, so I slipped an anonymous note under her door with her name on it and with the phone number of Women's Aid inside. I really hope she was OK, I never found out what happened.

I'd put a nice sticky note on their door that says.

"Don't judge my life just because I choose not to have kids, and you know nothing about it. Thanks"

Myself I try and stay away from places that a filled with kids and even people my own age. (animals I can tolerate as long as the dog isn't barking 24/7) I had a nightmare of a time when my landlord went to germany for the summer (she lives above me) she rented out the place to 3 people are my age...rude, inconsiderate and I swear they just moved out of mommy and daddy's house...either way I refused to converse with them and when they took my stuff out of the dyer while it was drying I locked them out of the laundry room for two weeks. (Don't touch my sh1t, especially when I'm not home ALL day and they were they could have did laundry, or waited 30 more minutes until my stuff was dried and use the dryer since they were up until 3 in the morning.) also they walked like elephants at three in the morning, dropping stuff on the floor over my head and moving furniture...Let's just say they got the hit to stfu, after I played Hanson MMMbop repeatedly for an hour at 3am. They seemed to quite down and not be so disrespectful in the middle of the night. (that wasn't the first time they woke me up either, it was pretty much that whole week, but that one night I couldn't fall back to sleep and I was p1ssed... I work 3 jobs, so my sleep is precious...LOL)

Love this!

lol thank you, I was soo mad that night, but enjoyed dancing around to MMMBop hahaha.

Glad everything has worked out!