From our first year of marriage until year eleven, my husband and I had little ones camping out in our bed. How we coped, I have no idea. We survived newborns, poopy diaper explosions at three in the morning, wet diapers leaks, feverish, vomiting toddlers and sippy cups that leaked all over the new mattress. Usually, we?d wake up to discover as many as three children in our cal king-sized bed. Somehow, we managed to sleep, have sex and stay married through it all.
I loved sleeping with my babies. My favorite thing was to wake up in the middle of the night and hear their peaceful, quiet breathing. Sometimes they would wake up too, and we?d have those hushed, whispered conversations in the moonlight. Other times, my husband and I would be the only ones awake, and we were thankful to survive another day. What were we thinking having all of these babies? We would whisper and giggle like two crazy people.
Once the breastfeeding ended, that?s when I encouraged the transition to leave the family bed. As long as my little ones had other sleeping mates, which of course they did having so many siblings, I knew they?d be fine. Oh, the feeling of sleeping alone after months of having a little one attached to your breast like a barnacle every night. Glorious.
Now, things are different. Now, I actually want one of my kids in bed to cuddle with. I never thought that would happen. I often coax my daughters and my youngest son to cuddle with mama in the morning, before I can stand to heave myself out of bed. They scratch my back and the tops of my feet at my request.
If my husband works late on a project and won?t be home until the next day, I recruit one of my littles for a sleepover. Like the recent post from Motherlode, ?Sleepovers? with my 9 year-old daughter, I look forward sharing my bed. My kids love to hear about our adventures in co-sleeping. Cyan used to sit up and pull his Spiderman blanket over his head so he looked like a Sith lord from Star Wars. Maya would suck her thumb noisily and play with her hair while twirling her cool, slim feet in circles. And Xixi? She spent the first six months of her life draped over my hip while I slept on my side?she learned to sleep peacefully this way too. I was just so exhausted I couldn?t physically sit her up and burp her. She?d lay over my side, burp and fall back asleep. It was much more comfortable than it sounds (my hips have plenty of padding).
Me, cuddling with my daughter Maya.
Miss Maya always sighs, ?Your bed is so comfy, mama!?
They giggle when I tell these stories. It?s like they are little babies once again, and we?re having one of our hushed, whispered conversations in the moonlight. They are my favorite times.
Do you let your child sleep in your bed? Do you think it?s weird wanting the kids back in the family bed?
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Image source: Flickr/Matteo Bagnoli
Source: http://blogs.babycenter.com/mom_stories/1092012-wanting-kids-back-in-the-family-bed/
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