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Another reason to be wary of co-sleeping?
Recently we have been having some sleep problems with my three year old.
I, the former sleep-nazi, had relaxed my attitude so much that I was lying in bed with my child for up to 90 minutes at night just to get him to sleep. Then in the early hours of the morning, a little scuff of the carpet would announce his arrival in the corridor looking for an invitation to enter our bed.
When I mentioned this on twitter the response was stern – no children in the marital bed! It’s a slippery slope apparently. You allow it once, they will do it forever and then you’ll have little people in bed with you for the rest of your life.
I am happy to report that I quickly got the whole ‘going to bed without mummy lying next to you’ thing under control once I decided to make a stand, but the little body crawling into my bed somewhere between midnight and four in the morning? Not so much.
And the main reason for this is that I kinda like it.
Of course there are nights when you have to put up with feet in your face. Or you find yourself precariously balanced on the edge of a king-size bed that you used to be able to starfish on. And of course the fact that Mr 3 is in bed with us means creating a sibling for him just got logistically harder.
But there is something really nice about a little head trying to share a pillow with you. A little body cuddling into you in the early hours of the morning. A little hand reaching out to stroke your face and check you are still there. In fact it is so nice that I often find myself staying in bed longer in the mornings just to savour the sweetness of it.
And the sad thing is, I know it’s not forever. It’s a phase and Mr 3’s phases never last long. So I know the day will come where I wake up to find that he’s still in his own bed, and I know that day will be a bit of a sad one for me.
So for now, I think I am going to stick to the rule of mothering I have always followed (each to their own) and enjoy my morning snuggles while they last.
Do you share your bed?