Then The Midglet arrived and I was over all that, given a shock of a lifetime. I never wanted to put him down nor did I want him out of my sight. I was in love. I was in shock. I was in for a rude awakening.
|Someone fell asleep during tummy time. |
Fortunately there was a soft landing.
I became the queen of co-sleeping, and my husband, Scott, was the king. This kid was always asleep on me, on him, or even on the dog. I called Scott one day and said we NEEDED this so he picked up a Fisher Price Rock 'n Play Sleeper and I put it next to the bed. I brought it with me wherever we went; it was super convenient for travel and I always wanted the little bugger at least next to me (if not on me).
This was just the beginning of my sleepless nights as a parent. The Midglet breast fed for the first year, when he weaned himself around 11.5 months. He didn't sleep through the night until after 10 months, and even then I still had to get up to pump sometimes. After that came the lull that made us believe co-sleeping was over and done and we may sleep through the night some day.
Ahhh, the idealistic dreaming of parenthood. Fast forward and we have sick nights, nights where we all fall asleep watching movies, and just the random "Mommmmeeeeeee" wailing and climbing out of his bed and I'm too tired to even recognize that I picked him up and brought him back to bed with me. Unfortunately for us, The Guide to Baby Sleep Positions: Survival Tips for Co-Sleeping Parents came out 2 years too late, however it does read as a look-back on our first 2.5 years sleeping with The Midglet.
We also have the refusals to nap, the falling asleep in the car and then not making it in the house without him waking up, and my personal favorite "NOOOOOOO, I don't want to sleep in my bed!!!!" Then come the sweet moments when I wake up in the middle of the night because a little hand is reaching out for me, putting his little hand on my shoulder to be closer, or even trying to wedge himself under me just to be close to me.
Scott and I complain we're exhausted and he needs to sleep in his own bed, but there's something about that little face whispering at me in the morning, or grabbing my hands and making them clap because he's singing "Happy and you know it" and it's time to clap. These little sweet moments when he's wide eyed and his imagination is running wild thinking about what he's going to do that day. Even those moments when he climbs all over me in an effort to get at the cat so he can "ticky ticky ticky" her under the chin as she attempts to run away.
I'm happy to be exhausted if it means I get to snuggle with my little man, this one tiny human, for just a minute or two longer. I understand the idioms - don't blink, growing like a weed - because they're true. He's so sweet and lovable and I can't imagine a time when he's not going to want to snuggle up on my lap or cuddle with me in bed. I don't want to. I want to see this sweet face sleeping and waking up in the morning, even if it means I have to survive on vitamins and caffeine in giant quantities for a few years.