Once upon a time, you slept in a cot, surrounded by fluffy bears and a cot bumper. You slept like a baby. Literally. And only occasionally woke during the night for some milk or cuddles. Thanks to Gina Ford, you used to go to sleep without any rocking or tricks, and you were in a great sleep/wake-up/feed routine.
Cue a few months, life and house changes later, and well, you’ve become a bed sleeper. And I’m not talking about your bed. I’m referring to the slumber haven of your mom and your dad respectively. Somehow, from sleep-through-the-night in your own pad, it’s become you’ll-only-sleep-in-another-bed-with-a-parent-in-it-with-you.
And it’s not to say I haven’t tried. I have incentivized, I have moved you to your bed when you’ve fallen asleep, and I’ve also left a bottle of milk next to you. I’ve moved you to the couch thinking you needed a bit more space, and I’ve tried putting you in the spare bed for that reason too. I’ve tried to wait out your wails as you’ve hollered to be let out your
cell room, and I’ve even surrounded your bed with about eight trucks and cars for company.
But somewhere in me, I realise that you just need to be close to one of us, and while that goes against the routines, rules and structures I thought I’d always implement, it’s what you’re needing. We were advised by a pro to keep it like this, and to not try and implement any more changes to your life. And it’s sometimes hard. I get woken up, kicked in the ribs, and sometimes I’m even told “go” when I somehow encroach your space. Which is not hard Max, because you lie horizontal not vertical, so try as I might to keep to my corner, you tend to shift more and more horizontally.
But there’s nothing like waking to giggles, “mama” and a beaming happy toddler. And that’s worth every kick and early-morning hobble to the kitchen to fill your bottle with water or milk. I hope you find your way to your own bed when you’re ready, dude. Until then, I’m here.
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