Whilst I write this I’m lying very still with the brightness turned right down on my phone.
Each move I make is made with extreme stealth, to the point where I’m starting to imagine I’m in a film where any exaggerated movement will set off an incredibly loud alarm.
I can hear two people I love taking long deep sleeping breaths as I lay next to them. Little feet occasionally tap me in the back, to remind me who controls the space in our bed.
It’s been 17 months since our little man starting sharing our bed. Our little super starfish sleeper enjoys cuddling up to his Mummies after waking in the night.
Each night our little man starts the night in his cot and ends it in our bed. I’m not going to lie, I adore the cuddles we get, but I also miss the cuddles with my wife.
Co-sleeping is a choice we made and it was a decision which has allowed us more sleep than we’d ever have received if we didn’t allow our little man into our bed.
I know it’s not for everyone and I would only ever encourage safe sleeping situations. But it’s been a huge sleep saver for us over the last year.
We’ve discussed trying to get M to sleep in his cot all night. But it just makes me feel kind of lonely for him. I know that as he grows he will have to learn to sleep longer in his cot, because our bed just isn’t big enough for the three of us. But right now, I’m happy to sleep on the edge of the bed, to make sure he gets a good nights sleep.