The Path of Least Resistance
August 14th, 2013
I conceded defeat tonight and put rails around my bed. I had been half-heartedly trying to convince Little Bird to sleep in her crib at night, but she could definitely sense that I wasn’t serious about. She’s there for the long-haul, I suspect.
It’s not that I really had any intention of fully co-sleeping with her. I started her in her crib each night and figured she would eventually sleep longer and longer during that initial stretch, finally transitioning to a whole night in her bed. That’s basically what Buggie did.
Birdie is having none of that.
She’s getting to be the age where people ask me if she sleeps through the night. It’s just one of those questions you ask young moms. Whenever someone throws that question my way, I have to suppress the maniacal, sleep-deprived laughter that comes bubbling up from somewhere inside.
Sleep through the night? Are you friggin’ kidding me?
Little Bird nurses a lot throughout the night – especially at the moment because she is boycotting her bottles at daycare – and it is just easiest to have her in bed with me for that, rather than wasting precious moments I could be sleeping on trying to get her back in bed. And now, as she’s gotten older, she’s become less willing to be in her crib at all.
In fairness to her, her crib is tiny so as to fit in our room. When she rolls at all in her sleep, or moves an appendage, she bumps into the side and immediately wakes up. Cranky, I might add. So I’ve started letting her conk out in my bed from the start. These months are short and fleeting, after all.
By Baby 3, many of my parenting decisions have been made based on what’s easiest for us, rather than on any High Philosophical Principles of Parenting.
I carried Little Bird a lot because she didn’t like being put down and I had things I wanted to accomplish during the day.
I let her sleep on me because I was determined to get a good night’s sleep myself.
I take her everywhere with me because I’d much rather breastfeed on the fly than mess with pumping a bottle and leaving it behind.
It’s all about making it through the day when you’ve got three kids.
So Little Bird and I will be bed buddies for a while and I’m okay with that. Although it would be nice if she’d let me blog more regularly! She tends to wake up at least every hour between when I put her down and when I’m ready for bed, incensed to discover that she is alone in the bed.