We were really proud of ourselves. Lil’ guy had been sleeping through the night since he was 6 months old. He slept in his own room, in his own crib. We laughed at our attachment parenting friends who reported getting up three or four times a night to take care of their co-sleeping babies. We were so much smarter than that.
You probably see where this going. So lil’ guy was sick last week, and kept waking up crying. I felt so bad that I would pick him up and have him sleep with us. It was pretty distressing because he was coughing and crying, and we had a hard time settling him down. But he finally would, and he would roll over and go to sleep.
He’s better now, but he has figured out, if he cries, I will come and get him. He can sleep with his moms. He is not easy to sleep with. He rolls on top of our heads. He kicks us incessantly. We roll over, he wakes up. He rolls over, we wake up. He pushes us to the edge of the bed. Our arms fall asleep hanging over the side.
We all wake up cranky and exhausted.
“This can’t go on,” Jen declares, “We have to just let him cry. We can’t keep doing this.”
“Why not?” I ask. Who wouldn’t want to sleep with their baby?