During my first pregnancy I read hundreds of articles on parenting. Co-sleeping was one that constantly popped up. I’ll never let my baby in my bed I said. Nope. Never. Not me. You must be mad.
Bad habits and all that…
Fast forward a few years and THIS happened. She’s still there. Curled up in a little ball down the end. Sometimes curled in a ball on Joe. Other nights she’s like an octopus, an octopus slash Medusa.
Last night we were shattered. Early night it was. Half-nine early. Off we went.
Thing is, I left the babog in our bed when I put her down so unless a magical fairy came in and lifted her into her
unused cot she was most likely still sprawled out on our bed, snoring.
‘I’m not moving her’.
‘Either am I’.
‘Well where are we gonna sleep then?’.
‘I’ll happily sleep down here (climbs into the end of bed), looks like your on the sofa pal’.
‘I’ll just get in with Kayla and you’ll have to do the night feeds (smirky face)’.
Operation move Kadie begins…
‘Don’t look at her’
‘Your breathing too loud’
‘You looked at her’
‘Quick where’s her soother’
‘AHHH, she doesn’t look comfy’
‘Quick give her a pillow’
‘Here’s her bottle, give her the bottle will ye’
**BABY IS WIDE AWAKE**
Baby plays with toes. Baby plays with fingers. Baby plays with nose. Baby sings. Baby rolls over and smiles brightly between the wooden slates.
‘Somehow I think she’s awake for awhile’
‘So much for an early night’
‘Stop looking at her’
‘Anytime I look at her she cries, she doesn’t like me’
Daddy picks up baby and rocks her back and forth attempting a lullaby. She stares over his shoulder, smiling, bright-eyed. He thinks she’s asleep. Hahahahahahaha. Gobshite!
Some forty minutes later…
‘Think it’s time to give in… we could be here all night’
Put’s baby in the middle. She turns her head and snores in seconds. Literally seconds.
‘She’s a weapon… can you divorce your kids?’
I’ll never let my kids sleep in my bed. Nope. Never. Not me. You must be mad. Bad habits and all that…