Sleeping arrangements around here are flexible. There are numerous options, some more desirable than others. As I was reminded of the other night, when BB’s feet sidled up to my cheek.
When BB was born, I was under the false impression that a crib would be useful. By 5 months old we abandoned even attempting it and she moved into the bed with me. Captain moved to the couch.
From 11 months old to 18 months old, BB slept in her crib. Miracles do happen.
From 18 months to 2.5 years old, we took turns sleeping with BB on a mat on the floor in her room, next to her awesome, car, toddler bed that proved more useless than the crib.
From 2.5 – 3 years old BB slept by herself, in a full-size bed, in her room.
From 3 – 4 years old BB and Captain slept in her full-size bed, in her room.
From 4 until present day, except for Valentine’s Day, BB has slept by herself, in her room, with 3 night lights, the hall light, and many whispers downstairs to see if anyone wants to come up for another snuggle.
When RB was born, I wasn’t messing around. She went straight into our bed.
When she got roly poly, we moved to the mats on the floor. Captain started taking the occasional turn.
And miracle upon miracle, at 15 months old we night weaned and for the last month she has slept by herself in her crib. Praise be.
Captain and me, in our king size bed, with no little people. It’s a real treat. I look forward to it almost as much as I look forward to coffee.
Then BB started begging to sleep with us. I tried to put her off with vague,
“Oh maybe someday.”
“When? What day?”
“What day? When can I sleep with you?”
“How about Valentine’s Day?”
And that is how I agreed to her sleeping with us again, for ONE romantic night.
We all fell asleep parallel with each other. BB somewhat closer to Captain as he has agreed he can sleep with any of us snuggled up to him. But it turns out he has his limits. Around 1am I hear him grumbling,
“This is ISN’T working!”
BB is so far away from me; I’ve been sleeping so well. I peer over. Captain has all of 3 inches of mattress. He moves BB over. Two hours later: KICK KICK KICK. Feet are pounding into my lower back.
King size beds are big, but not big enough for a 4.5 year old to sleep horizontally with anyone else. I move her body back toward Captain.
I’m fast asleep again. Then WHAM to my face. WHAT IN THE NAME OF?! I wake up ready to fight someone. BB’s feet are at my head. Her face is snuggled up next to Captain’s and they’re both snoring away.
I need my coffee. BB is in heaven. She asks,
“When can I sleep with you guys again?”
“I don’t know.”
This is really funny 😂
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