Confessions from the family bed.

It was never intended. In fact, I recall watching a spouse swap with my husband one evening where this one family were very earthy, basic folks. They had about 4 pieces of furniture maybe.. and they all slept in the same bed. Their son was 7. Dan and I, eyebrows raised, looked and each other and shook our heads. We would never even conceive of doing this.

Fast forward to the birth of our beautiful daughter - with her Father's large head. So large, she had to be vacuum extracted - 3 times! Because of the large bruise and wound on the back of her poor head, she couldn't lie on her back, and struggled to sleep. The lovely nurse told me the importance of skin to skin contact to speed her healing and showed me how to safely tuck her in on my chest, so we could both comfortably get some sleep.

Back at the house, I had a lovely little wicker bassinet set up beside my bed so I was able to conveniently check to make sure she was still breathing peek in on her in the middle of night with one eye. We got her all fed, changed and snug in her little bed. That lasted for all of 10 mins before the crying started. I consoled her, touched her, spoke softly to her... she would fall back asleep, and was up again 10 minutes later. This went on for about an hour, before I laid her down under the crook of my arm, with my head cocked over hers, breathing softly on her little head, and she slept, and slept. She needed my warmth and to feel my breath on her! As it turns out, we both needed the reassurance that we were both still breathing!! This is how it started.

At 7 months, I put the little monkey in her own crib, and the little monkey was caught teetering on the top rail at 8 months! (Yes the mattress was at the lowest level!! She was a climber!) So back to the family bed she came.

At 17 months, her little brother was born. I wasn't foolish enough to even bother wasting my time with a bassinet, I needed sleep. So I had one newborn under one arm and a toddler under the other. By the time Mister was able to roll, we had to move Muffin in her own bed for Mister's safety as a newborn.

I was able to nurse him much longer than Muffin, and there was no real deadlines or necessity to move him out of the bed. I hardly had to wake up to feed - it was so darn tootin easy.

Muffin slept through the night at 6 weeks, and Mister at 2 weeks - I give 80% credit to co sleeping. (20% to the fact that they were both big babies at birth.)

Moving forward, we have tried to move Mister to his bed. About every 6 months, we give it another go... and it always failed for one reason or another. The last time, the cat jumped through his window from the roof and scared the tar out of him.

We went through the phases of him kicking (I referred to it as the kidney massage!), sleeping sideways, upside down, and grinding his teeth (EEK).

He is now 7... and there hardly is a day where he doesn't wake up in our bed!

We are starting to force him to go to sleep in his own bed. We feel this is important for his independence and confidence. However, around midnight... he comes traipsing in with his blanket and pillow and wiggles himself into his spot in the middle of the bed.

I have to admit that I enjoy his cuddles. After 7 years, the bed feels empty without a child!

I'm okay with this arrangement. Why? Because I know this isn't going to be forever. I know one day soon will be the last time. (Sleeping with your parents becomes uncool at some age!!!) And until then... I'm gonna wrap my arms around him and hold him tight!

Monday Confession

I confess that I have been very negligent on my posts in the last week+. We have had 3 different flows of family visiting from out of town - with more to come! I may not be back to my regular posting until mid Aug.

I confess that all the late nights and visits etc. has completely caught up with me - rendering my brain to mush today. In fact I spelled the name Koonz to my sister as K0(zero)0(zero)nz. ??? lol

I confess that I just finally planted my planters. Yep - July 18th. 2 months behind. 

I confess that it still completely boggles my mind why some people continue to chatter about our adoption every time I turn around, but yet they are completely unwilling to directly ask us about the adoption. They obviously have a lot of questions since it seems to bother them so much - but they don't ask? Can someone explain this to me? I am the most open person... I am easy to talk to and am open to answering all questions about almost anything... Why don't they talk to us directly about this? I am frustrated that I can't find the logic in this. The only thing I can think of is they must associate the questions with the negative feelings they feel towards it, and don't want to display blatant disapproval? One would think, if they thought it was a good thing - they would have no problem talking to us openly about it? Ack.

I confess that I rented 2 movies from the lil machine at Safeway for $2/each to save money - but then forgot to return them twice - costing me $6/each. What a cost savings! Ha!

I confess that my house has turned into a child's chaotic oasis - with up to 7 other children from the block coming and going all day long. 

I confess that this only drives me nutz about 50% of the time.

I confess that I am looking forward to camping with my sister this weekend... kicking back, and cuddling with my new niece!

Confessions

• I confess I have to write a confessions post because I just don't have anything to say today.
• I confess I only worked out on the elliptical for 30 minutes this morning, not 45
• I confess that I have spend the entire morning on the phone with my sister instead of working.
• I confess that I will not share my popcorn with anyone. No, not even my own children. They need to have their own bowl or bag full. Mine is sacred.
• I confess I am secretly hoping to adopt a child with curly hair... no matter what race.
• I confess that I didn't realize Blogger had a spell check option until just a month ago! Duh... I'd hate to go back and see all those spelling mistakes. lol.
• I confess that my laundry is never caught up. My version of caught up is only ever a load or two left...
• I confess that my youngest dog has been stealing the neighbours dirty diapers, bringing them to our front lawn like a prize and then ripping them to shreds all over our yard. Yuck!
• I confess that I really want to take a summer holiday to Seattle this year. We are only 8 hours away!
• I confess that I purchased $75 of tea online from Market Spice at the Seattle Pike Market.
• I confess that Market Spice Tea is one of the greatest loves in my life next to my family.
• I confess that I am wishing that Dan and I could take just one mini holiday together without kids.
• I confess that I have a very difficult leaving my children... so it kinda makes the above hard!
• I confess that I sometimes feel like moving just because I feel like I need a change.
• I confess that I realize that I only ever feel this way in the winter.