Being woken up by a baby throughout the night is a real fear of mine. My early bird schedule does not bode well with interruptions and can transform Dizmommy into Grumpy-Mommy without warning. And when Dylan was born, he wasted no time in showing me the professional disrupter I was dealing with. Like all babies, he wanted to eat, be changed, and party the precise minute I nodded off. So while other moms were cuddling, co-sleeping, and waking up to tend to their babies, I was scheming for a way to get Dylan in an 8 hour hibernation.
Out of respect for my hyper-paranoia, there was not a single night that I let Dylan sleep in bed with me. Unknowingly rolling over on an 8lb infant? No thanks. And once he lost his “newborn” status at a month old, I promoted him from the bassinet in our room to the crib in his room. Things move fast at our house, especially if you sound like an alien.
So I did everything I could to promote lengthy sleep: German bubble baths, massages, rituals, no talking, lights off, swaddles, etc. And at two months old I had the kid knocking out for a solid 6 hours. I was so pleased with myself! And at three months old I surpassed my 8 hour ambitions. I was so happy (and well rested)!!! But there are consequences for what I’ve done, and I didn’t see it coming.
Because I’ve never been a co-sleeper, I don’t even know how to start. Dylan has been sick the past few days and hearing his cough wake him up in the middle of the night kills me. I want to run into his room, retrieve him, and cuddle. I don’t care how much sleep or sanity those cuddles will cost me, I want that damn baby! But I can’t have it both ways. He sees my bed as a party station and snooze free zone. The kid is just as serious about his sleep as I am, and demands just as much space as I
So while other parents are co-sleeping with their love bugs and complaining about toddlers taking over their beds, I’m listening to the snores of my militant style sleeper via monitor, wondering what it feels like to wake up next to a baby. And as well rested as I am, I gotta wonder, am I missing out?