Cosleeping with P2 was not a conscious decision that we’d made. It just happened and we managed to get more sleep despite having a leg in our ribs or our eyes getting poked out. We coslept for around a year on and off. Although it worked for us, I had made the definite decision not to cosleep with P3 under any circumstances.
Having the SnuzPod helped us do this. She was close enough to touch but far enough to give us our own space. Since moving in to her own big cot bed her sleep hasn’t been so great and by morning we have a little visitor in our bed. My hopes completely shattered of not having to share my bed with anyone but my husband.
I can’t deny the reason she comes into bed is purely because she sleeps better. Kind of. But I certainly don’t and I’m not sure hubby does either. But standing, freezing cold over her cot trying to settle her in the pitch black for any long than 5 minutes is just too difficult to cope with when you’re half asleep too. So out she comes and into our bed she goes.
Depending on where hubby is positioned in bed determines where P3 goes. If there’s enough space for me to snuggle up next to him and P3 not fall out the bed, then I’ll go in the middle. But the majority of the time hubby is hogging the bed so P3 goes in the middle and I pretty much hang out of the side right at the bottom of the bed. It’s not ideal.
One thing that’s very different about P3 compared to P2 is that she will wake screaming. Not crying. Screaming. It’s terrifying when you’re in a deep sleep. My immediate panic is that someone has rolled onto her. But nope, she does this. She does this especially when it’s time to wake up and then everything is rushed to stop her from crying, get out of bed and go to the toilet myself without her screaming.
I don’t like cosleeping. I’m not an “embrace the hugs” type of mother. Or type of person having said that. I crave to have my own bed space back. To be able to stretch out as much as hubby will allow. To sleep undisturbed, warm in my duvet, without dead arms. Along with the milk situation of both P2 and P3, this cosleeping stuff with P3 has got to be conquered somehow.
I feel like my life is on a constant “they’ll grow out of it” but I don’t feel that’s a good enough explanation. I need well routined, good sleeping children for me to be the best mum I can be. Right now I’m in a haze of exhaustion drinking hot chocolate in my fluffy socks.