My son is sleeping in his own bed now EVERY night.  DH must be making up for lost time because I am also getting more action than I did when we first fell in love. :)

I did not plan on cosleeping but it made it much easier to nurse, and the more I thought about breaking the habit early, the more I realized how much I enjoyed it and how beneficial I thought it was to my relationship with my son.  I am positive that I will cosleep with our next as well.  As the mother of a very strong  willed and independent son, I realized right after he turned one, that he wanted me out of our bed.  Apparently, his father and I were taking up too much space.  As if sprawling out like a starfish in the very middle of the bed wasnt enough for his whole 2 foot long body, he had to give subtle hints like headbutting me in the face while he slept, or snuggling into his fathers arm so his head smelled like armpit in the morning.

The crib was not an option because instead of just letting it sit in Eldon's room unused, we had made the mistake of designating it for time outs.  Even in a dead sleep, we could lay him down in his crib, he would open one eye halfway, see those prison bars and try to make a break for it.  Toddler bed seemed  kind of redundant and although he doesnt like us to be in bed with him while he is sleeping, he finds it necessary until he falls asleep. 

So it was straight to a twin bed! We were going all out.  Starting that night.  I made a pot of coffee preparing for a looooong night ahead.  Why wouldnt he want to wander back into our bed in the middle of the night?  It was his sleeping routine for a whole year!  I just kept telling myself "we are doing the right thing."

I made sure to play it all up, super exciting.  "Lets go into Eldons room, lay in his big boy bed and read a book!"  Dont know which was more exciting, but he took off running into his room, grabbed a book, and I hoisted him up onto the bed.  We read, we layed, we sang, and after a bit of the regular sleep fight, he was fast asleep....but I knew it wouldnt last.  One roll and he would notice he was alone, run into our room crying and feeling betrayed.

I crawled into my own bed, right next door and waited for the sad sounds of a toddler waking up in a strange place.  DH wanted to begin our new sex  life right then but I was in no mood.  Our son would surely be devastated when he woke up and it was my job to listen.  The thought of having sex in our bed instead of the room furthest from our bed was a little foreign to me anyway. 

Apparently that new twin bed is quite comfortable.  I did not open my eyes again until Eldon came running in to our room at 7:30am with a big grin and a "HI!" 

I was so proud, Sweet Victory! We did it! One whole night! And on the first night!  I also scooped him up, went to make breakfast and was the one feeling a tad bit betrayed.  Didnt he even miss me?

Of course we have had a few nights where it wasnt quite that easy, but just tonight as I tuck him in and climb into bed next to my husband, I am amazed at the easy transition.  For both of us.  I have to admit, I am enjoying being a wife again.  I am sure Eldon is happy to be spared the details. :) 

 

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