Some good, some not so good.
Sleep has always presented itself to be a rather prickly situation. The Bug with her bedtime shenanigans and night terrors and the Boy, uncompromising with his sleeping preferences. Couple that with the fact that they were to soon share a room for the first time, and it was only natural that I braced myself for some upsets.
Surprisingly, the two little kidlets took to sharing a room quite the well.
Right now, they are tucked up in bed and I can hear them giggling, sharing a private jibberish joke. It's quite sweet if not abit annoying. GO TO SLEEP KIDS!
That doesn't bother me so much though.
It's the fact that I awake in the middle of the night, every night now and mumble "Oh fancy seeing you here in my bed at 3am!" to someone other than the Manchild. Yes, it would appear that my son is the insistent co-sleeper!
I must admit he has eased me into it, slyly. Waiting for me to relax, adjust before pushing on with the next part of his plan for total sleeptime domination.
The first week, it was simply waking at 3am and grizzling. A few 'Oh no's and then silence. Awesome. Roll back over and go to sleep. The second week, it was waking at 3am and laying in bed, whinging for milk. I was cool with that. The third week, it was waking at 3am and standing up, whinging for milk. Yeah, ok, I was getting kinda bitchy by this point but whatevs. I played along. The fourth week, it was waking at 3am, standing up, whinging for milk and then squorking for me to pick him up. Ok, I didn't want to wake up the whole household so I complied. The fifth week, it was all of the above and then inconsolable
Um, yeah ... It's turned into the norm now. I wake up every 3am to a little blonde haired visitor, who then comes into my bed and cuddles up to me.
We are no stranger to co-sleeping. I was in a pretty bad place then though, out of mind with sleep deprivation so I didn't stop to enjoy the closeness that co-sleeping could bring. I was simply trying to survive another day with a sleep-dodging baby. I may have also even popped open a bottle of bubbly when I finally got him to sleep in his cot.
So while I never imagined we'd be co-sleeping again, I must admit that I am loving this temporary (yes, temporary) arrangement. I find myself watching, admiring while he sleeps. Soft, sweet cuddles and smiles as soon as I open my eyes. Isn't that the stuff that motherhood is made of?
*Oh, and a spesh shoutshout to pre-baby Holly, you know, the idiot who thought that you should never allow a child into your bed because I bet you she is beside herself right now that there is *gulp* a child in my bed! HEYO!
