The Cult of the Co-Sleeper
It is something I never had intentions of doing, I never thought I would do and yet night after night I do it. Co-Sleeping.... it is forced upon me. Don't get me wrong I love my little dudes but I would also love a good nights rest. To be truly honest I need one right about now. But I haven't the energy to put forth into walking a stubborn toddler kicking and screaming back to his own bed multiple times each night so, I cave. Night after night when he saunters into our room I reach over, grab on, and flop him in between myself and Big Daddy.
I am all for attachment parenting and I value it's importance and personally believe in the strengths of some items involved in attachment parenting, but I have to be honest and say that co-sleeping is one I do believe in but I do not execute it successfully.
Each night when the Cult leader toddles into our room I think "this will be ok" and I heave him into bed and get him tucked in, snuggle up close to him, smell his hair, get in a few sweet kisses and watch as he peacefully drifts back to sleep. But then I roll over. You see Trent won't share Big Daddy's side of the bed he claims "it's stinky"... can't really blame a guy for telling the truth now can we! So we end up sharing my half of the bed. Mathwizards... I now have 1/4 of the bed. An average queen sized bed is 60 inches half of that is 30 inches... shared with Trent I now have 15 inches of sleep space. If any of you have seen me lately I am far from a size 6X so I am little wider than 15 inches.
In all reality I could deal with 15 inches. But it has got to be the kicking that does me in. It never stops! Plus, in my condition now I sleep with my back towards Trent as he isn't that tall and his kicking is at abdomen level... not such a safe thing for growing fetus. To top it all off a new found source of comfort for Trent is my hair he rubs it between his fingers... that would be fine and dandy if I didn't have curly hair since curly hair knots easily he pretty much just pulls my hair all night long.
It is one of those things that makes me crazy and I wish it would stop so I could just get the rest I need.
I have to admit that there is the occasional night when Trent does stay in his own bed and I would thoroughly enjoy that if Murphy's Law didn't come into play and those happen to be the nights I am up all hours with morning sickness. Whoever named it "morning sickness" needs to give their head a shake.
I guess I should just enjoy it while it lasts because I know in a few short years I am the last person Trent is going to want to be seen with, much less cuddle in bed with. I know when I wake up in the middle of the night with Big Daddy sawing logs on his side with his back towards me I am going to wish I had my baby to snuggle up to. But why amidst mild sleep deprivation can't I savor these tender moments?
I am all for attachment parenting and I value it's importance and personally believe in the strengths of some items involved in attachment parenting, but I have to be honest and say that co-sleeping is one I do believe in but I do not execute it successfully.
Each night when the Cult leader toddles into our room I think "this will be ok" and I heave him into bed and get him tucked in, snuggle up close to him, smell his hair, get in a few sweet kisses and watch as he peacefully drifts back to sleep. But then I roll over. You see Trent won't share Big Daddy's side of the bed he claims "it's stinky"... can't really blame a guy for telling the truth now can we! So we end up sharing my half of the bed. Mathwizards... I now have 1/4 of the bed. An average queen sized bed is 60 inches half of that is 30 inches... shared with Trent I now have 15 inches of sleep space. If any of you have seen me lately I am far from a size 6X so I am little wider than 15 inches.
In all reality I could deal with 15 inches. But it has got to be the kicking that does me in. It never stops! Plus, in my condition now I sleep with my back towards Trent as he isn't that tall and his kicking is at abdomen level... not such a safe thing for growing fetus. To top it all off a new found source of comfort for Trent is my hair he rubs it between his fingers... that would be fine and dandy if I didn't have curly hair since curly hair knots easily he pretty much just pulls my hair all night long.
It is one of those things that makes me crazy and I wish it would stop so I could just get the rest I need.
I have to admit that there is the occasional night when Trent does stay in his own bed and I would thoroughly enjoy that if Murphy's Law didn't come into play and those happen to be the nights I am up all hours with morning sickness. Whoever named it "morning sickness" needs to give their head a shake.
I guess I should just enjoy it while it lasts because I know in a few short years I am the last person Trent is going to want to be seen with, much less cuddle in bed with. I know when I wake up in the middle of the night with Big Daddy sawing logs on his side with his back towards me I am going to wish I had my baby to snuggle up to. But why amidst mild sleep deprivation can't I savor these tender moments?
posted by Jessica @ 10:36 PM
1 Comments:
At 8:35 AM ,
Shar-Lee said...
When my kids do this (particulary Maigen as the boys were never big on co-sleeping) I haul ass to their bed... DH ends up sharing the bed with the toddler and I get a restful sleep tucked safe & alone amidst Maigen's pink and yellow butterflies. After all a twin size bed is 45" and that's 30 more than you're stuck with. Howeve the key is to sneak out of the bed so the toddler doesn't follow!
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