It’s been an emotional week, the four-year-old turned into a five-year-old in what seems like the blink of an eye. Her hair is getting longer, her mouth is getting bigger but she’s as petite as ever, she’s my little sugar-plum fairy. The past couple of months we’ve been co-sleeping.
I’m pretty strict when it comes to bedtime, after a story, bedtime is bedtime!. I kiss goodnight, leave the door ajar and hop, skip and jump down the stairs to freedom. Then one night for some insane reason I said ‘night night, sleep tight; don’t let the bed bugs bite’ as I walked out of the room.
What the hell was I thinking! I spent the next two-hours, cradling, cuddling and telling magical stories to comfort my then four-year-old. She was having none of it. She ended up in my bed, where of course there were no bed-bugs.
That night I climbed in beside her, wrapped my arms around her and she cuddled into me and said ‘I love you maaammy’. After the long night trying to reassure her and comfort her from my wrong choice of words I gripped her so tight and never wanted to let her go. It was a beautiful moment. One I never will never forget. I finally found out what it felt like to be a co-sleeper.
As the nights went on, I would find her in my bed almost every evening along with teddy and bubbles the blanket. My mam would tell me I was crazy, to cop on, to just put her back in her own bed, be persistent. But you know what, I love coming up those stairs at bedtime and finding her there all cosy, waiting for me, waiting for those cuddles.
She’s my little girl and she won’t be so little for much longer. She’ll be asking for sleep-overs, for me to close her bedroom door and to turn off the night lights soon.
She can stay where she is for now, if it makes her feel safe and secure, cuddled up like a teddy bear next to me until she’s ready to make the transition back into her own bed.