We’re doing the family bed thing. If you don’t approve of the family bed concept, well, just go on your way now and sleep your peaceful sleep. I don’t want have to explain myself but suffice it to say I just can’t stand the idea of her feeling abandoned or lonely or frightened. She starts out in her bed, or at least in the Pack-n-Play she thinks is her bed, but almost always ends up in ours. Each night she drinks her bobble (isn’t that soooo cute), kisses Daddy nite-nite, and runs off to the bathroom yelling “teeth.” I brush her teeth, then tuck her in with Pooh and LuLu the Lamb. She cheerfully blows kisses at me and is sound asleep within 5 minutes--it’s now 8:00. The house is quiet except for Daddy’s inevitable crime show. Since I’m a grown-up and can stay up as long as I want, I doze in my chair until 9:00 before crawling off to bed. Then sometime around 1:00 comes the blood-curdling cries. I try patting her back, stroking her gently but the crying becomes more frantic and increasingly louder. Just before the sound barrier is broken and the neighbors call law enforcement, I sweep her up into our bed. The crying usually stops instantly and the turf wars begin. The grown-ups cling to the edges of the bed while the smallest occupant kung fu fights for dominance over the rest. This morning I felt her tiny hands pushing at me and since I had no place to go except the floor, I picked her up and moved her to the center of the bed. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees with two fists full of my pajama shirt trying to throw me off the bed. Maybe I was snoring. Who knows, but I’m thinking about sleeping in the Pack-n-Play and letting her have the family bed.
Sunday, June 24, 2007
The Family Bed
We’re doing the family bed thing. If you don’t approve of the family bed concept, well, just go on your way now and sleep your peaceful sleep. I don’t want have to explain myself but suffice it to say I just can’t stand the idea of her feeling abandoned or lonely or frightened. She starts out in her bed, or at least in the Pack-n-Play she thinks is her bed, but almost always ends up in ours. Each night she drinks her bobble (isn’t that soooo cute), kisses Daddy nite-nite, and runs off to the bathroom yelling “teeth.” I brush her teeth, then tuck her in with Pooh and LuLu the Lamb. She cheerfully blows kisses at me and is sound asleep within 5 minutes--it’s now 8:00. The house is quiet except for Daddy’s inevitable crime show. Since I’m a grown-up and can stay up as long as I want, I doze in my chair until 9:00 before crawling off to bed. Then sometime around 1:00 comes the blood-curdling cries. I try patting her back, stroking her gently but the crying becomes more frantic and increasingly louder. Just before the sound barrier is broken and the neighbors call law enforcement, I sweep her up into our bed. The crying usually stops instantly and the turf wars begin. The grown-ups cling to the edges of the bed while the smallest occupant kung fu fights for dominance over the rest. This morning I felt her tiny hands pushing at me and since I had no place to go except the floor, I picked her up and moved her to the center of the bed. Next thing I know, she’s on her knees with two fists full of my pajama shirt trying to throw me off the bed. Maybe I was snoring. Who knows, but I’m thinking about sleeping in the Pack-n-Play and letting her have the family bed.
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3 comments:
fighting the co-sleeping thing is a losing battle not worth fighting, and anyone who argues with that is wasting their time! Tabitha is getting so big and she looks so happy! We really need to get together some time and let the kids play.
Yes, we need to get together. It has been too long. This job thing is really interfering with mine and Tabitha's social life.
I say you should get a couple more creatures in that bed, like a few dogs and some fish and then you won't even notice Tabitha shoving you around!
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