This is how my daughter’s bed looks like in the morning. If you think that it looks like it hasn’t been slept on, you are absolutely right. She only sleeps on it for a few hours at night, and then leaves it before dawn for our warm Cal-King bed.
Co-sleeping works for my family, but I am sure that it does not work for all.
Before my husband and I decided to co-sleep with our firstborn, we researched on the pros and cons. I certainly loved the many advantages; not having to walk to the crib for feeding is at the top of the list.
I consulted my pediatrician. He said that a high percentage of parents who accidentally roll over infants in bed without ever waking up were either obese or alcoholic. Since my husband and I are neither alcoholic nor obese, we thought of giving our plan a try.
Co-sleeping turned out to be the best for us. My sleep was only interrupted by feedings, which wasn’t so bad because I would fall back to sleep soon after my baby burped. When my son was two, we transferred him to a toddler bed we set up in our room, so my newborn daughter could co-sleep with us. Only when we moved to a bigger house did the children start to sleep in their own beds.
The transition to sleeping in their own room was fortunately very easy. I tucked them in their beds, did the nighttime ritual (reading and praying), and then shut the door. Both slept straight through the night without problems. At that time my daughter still wore pull-ups.
It was only when my daughter was completely potty trained that she started sleeping with us again. Instead of going back to her bedroom after a trip to the loo at night, she would head to our bed, snuggle, and stay there until morning. In Tagalog, we call this lambing, or showing affection. I don’t find it intrusive. In fact, I welcome it.
I know that there will come a time when my daughter would no longer sneak in our bedroom. She would eventually want her independence and her own space. When that time comes, my husband and I would have lots of happy memories of cuddling with her. Until then, I look forward to waking up to her unique snore and finding her foot on my face. And if I am lucky enough, I hope to wake up sweaty to find her little arms wrapped around my neck.