That was a Sleepless in Seattle reference, by the way. I know but I’m in no mood for clever titles today. The Los Angeles air has been bloated with smoke for the past few days and I’ve pretty much been imprisoned in my house for 48 hours. Anyway, what was I blogging about again? Oh, right. Co-sleeping. Fable is six weeks going on seven and thus far has only spent one night in the basinet. Now I realize that co-csleeping is controversial and trust me, with Archer? I was like “Oh, HELL no, baby. This is Hal’s and my bed and it’s NOT for babies. Oh, no.” Of course, we brought Archer into bed with us in the middle of the night when he woke for his 4am feedings but for the most part Archer slept in his own space while Hal and I fought over the covers and/or just fought. (We had a few tough
years weeks after Archer was born.)
Gratuitous six-week-old Fable pic, taken where else? In our bed.
Fable on the other hand is pretty much sleeping on my boob, which means, yes, I’ve become a co-sleeper. I do not plan to co-sleep forever. In fact, six-months was our cut-off for Archer to sleep in our room and it will be the same for Fable who will start sleeping in the crib come Springtime but for now? There’s a baby in our bed. Oh, yes. There’s a baby in our bed. Between us. So not sexy at all even a little bit.
I asked Hal last night if he was opposed to this whole baby-in-bed business.
“Be honest, dude. Are you weirded out? Say the word and I’ll put her in her bed and we can spoon again.”
“Nah. It’s cool. I like sleeping with her, too!”
“Are you sure, because…”
“Yeah. No worries”
Of course then I started thinking, “Oh, shit! What if he doesn’t want to have sex with me ever again so he’s relieved to have the baby-between-us excuse, now and oh my GOD! ….”
Like I said, we just hit the six-week mark so sex is a go but… um, yeah. I’m just going to say it: it hurts.
(Speaking of sex post-baby, check out the Momversation vlog where I speak candidly with some lady blogger peeps about post-baby sexuality.)
Of course, it isn’t just Fable that sleeps between us at night. Archer’s been waking up in the middle of the night (actually about once every ten minutes) because he’s decided he is deathly afraid of helicopters and guess what? We live smack dab in the middle of a city so
ghetto birds helicopters fly over our house ALL. NIGHT. LONG.
Not only do we co-sleep. We also co-nap! This photo taken minutes before we all passed out like puppies on top of one another… A frequent occurrence these days.
Archer’s usually really good about going back to sleep after some back rubs but by the time we’re in bed and Archer wakes up? We’re too tired to deal so what do we do? We bring him into bed with us, too, which means that a good nine mornings out of ten, we wake up, a family of four squeezed like sardines in a Queen-sized bed. Which, yeah. A bit on the tight side.
But you know what? I love it. Sure! Our sheets are dirtied with spit-up and drool and the occasional poop-explosion as opposed to far (ahem) sexier substances but this will most likely be the last time we have a baby in our bed and I’ll be honest. I’m loving it. I’m loving every cramped-as-all-hell, wake-up-in-the-pretzel-formation-with-a-foot-in-my-armpit-and-an-elbow-in-my-eyeballs second of it.
And if loving that is wrong? Well then… I don’t want to be right.
How about you? Are you a co-sleeper? And how long do you believe in co-sleeping. Six months? Six years? Six um-yeah-right-NEVERs? Why or why not?