from co-sleeping to cot sleeping
Daniel and I often remark on how different our entry to parenthood would have been if Percy was our firstborn. He’s been (by far) the most unsettled of our three; the fussiest feeder and the lightest sleeper. There’s a slew of reasons why this may be the case; the noise that accompanies two older siblings is relentless and the frequent in-and-out routine that coincides with school drop-off and pick-up isn’t conducive to long, deep sleep cycles, to name a few. But I try not to get too caught up in the whys – often these issues fix themselves.
And they have, for now.
Perhaps the introduction of solid foods has something to do with it. While my past experiences were peppered with disinterest and dramatic gagging, Percy has decided to take on every piece of food placed before him with vengeance. I tentatively introduced him to avocado two weeks ago and now he’s eating three meals a day and will happily consume a lamb cutlet and pumpkin + cauliflower mash in one sitting. Who would have thought?!
I also bought a cot. Sometimes my mama instinct is so strong that a voice arises and politely demands a trip to ikea because frankly, “this baby is not a co-sleeper”. And it turns out I was right. For the first time in our parenting years our baby is sleeping in a cot instead of our bed. Granted, Percy does make his way back to our arms in the early hours of the morning but his day sleeps and (most of his) night sleeps are in the cot. It turns out he loves his own space and really, who are we to argue?
Sometimes your parenting intentions and ideals need to be put to the side so you can listen to your children with, dare I say it, objective ears.
I’m reminded of a lesson shared when Che was attending Steiner Playgroup as a three-year-old: “Just because you love the idea of a Steiner education doesn’t mean your child will thrive in that environment.”
Just because you intended to co-sleep with your baby, doesn’t mean your baby will be in on the deal.
Over these past few weeks we’ve reached a new stage of settled. Co-sleeping, cot sleeping and the art of musical beds. Do what you have to do….just as long as you’re sleeping.
*and no, I can’t open my wardrobe door without moving the cot. Small sacrifices for sleep, though.