We’ve been co-sleeping in our house since Cameron was born. Since the first night in the hospital he has slept next to me. It was done very intentionally. I used a lot of attachment parenting techniques with Cameron (I think it was my way of over compensating for not breastfeeding him longer than 6 weeks)
We’ve gone through a ton of things throughout the years to try and wean him (and perhaps me) off of co-sleeping, including doing cry-it-out or “Ferberizing” when he was a young lad…it soooooo did not work and just made him really pissed and a tad distrustful and left me (and all of our neighbors) NOT sleeping and feeling like crap.
Anyhow, we still co-sleep…with Cam…my BIG and tall and takes-up-a-ton-of-room-in-the-bed, almost five year old.
I have a love/hate relationship with co-sleeping. Many nights I love snuggling with my kiddo. I sleep. He sleeps. And I’ve sorta given up as long as we’re sleeping.
Anyhow, last night I was sleeping with Cameron, hubby was in the other bedroom (yes…we’re totally like Lucy and Desi and don’t sleep together most nights…we’re ready to start sleeping in the same bed again and operation GET CAM OUT OF THE BED! will be underway soon…see more below)
So back to my story…last night Cam was sleeping, I was sleeping and I heard Leah yelling for me. I went and grabbed her, got her some milk and went to put her back into her crib but she protested. She wanted to sleep with Mommy too.
Now, I have purposefully made it so that Leah is a non-co-sleeping child…I just can’t sleep with two squirmy kids in my bed. And she did get breastfed…for 22 months…maybe I overcompensated with extended breastfeeding since I didn’t co-sleep with her…oh the mommy guilt!
So last night, I gave in and found myself in between two kids, who each had pillows on the outside of them, so they don’t fall off the bed and me in the very tiny spot in the middle….like a Mommy Sandwich.
That lasted for a few minutes when I had to banish myself to the foot of the bed…like a dog that lays at your feet…yeah, I was that dog, laying perpendicular to the bed, my toes hanging off the edge.
I couldn’t sleep. So instead I sat there looking at my two kids. Smiling to myself and listening to their breathing patterns. Watching them both holding their lovies for dear life and sleeping so soundly. These are the times I LOVE co-sleeping…I get to peek through my tired eyes and see them when they are the most relaxed, comfortable and QUIET! It melts my heart.
So tonight, Leah WILL be back in her bed and the plan for OPERATION GET CAMERON IN HIS BED will be made soon. I need to put two kids in one room and have them both sleep…not play or keep one another up…
Have any tips for this mom?
Did you co-sleep? Do you co-sleep?
Got any funny stories? How did you finally stop?
(one of the worst things for me and co-sleeping is that I find myself waiting to use the bathroom way longer than I should…scared that the bed with creak and I’ll wake up my son who will then yell for me and thus wake up my daughter who will then cry for me and then I will forever be…a Mommy Sandwich…see, I told ya, it’s a love/hate relationship!)