Confession time: we co-sleep. Shock! Horror! Apparently this is going to cause me to roll onto and murder my child, yadda yadda yadda.
It’s all accidental of course. I didn’t plan to co-sleep, and we didn’t start this way. Still, when you’re feeding a newborn who’s waking every few hours for a feed there’s nothing worse than having to drag your weary arse out of bed, fetch baby — who by this point is wide awake and hungry, and letting you know about it — feed said baby and then get them back to their cot/crib/whatever without waking them up again.
So, I quickly learned that it’s much easier to just stick baby on their side, attach to boob, and go back to sleep. Baby feeds, baby sleeps, no movement or arsing about involved.
Isabel was having a rare disturbed night last night. Waking more frequently than normal and having difficulty settling (she was busy singing and gurgling to herself instead) and I realised that, were we not co-sleeping, I’d have had to get up and down about 8-9 times last night.
It’s no wonder parents of young babies are expected to be exhausted, quivering wrecks. Personally? Couldn’t be better, cheers for asking. ;)