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My baby slept through the night from the time we came home from the hospital, where we could sleep in peace since there were no nurses to disturb us. She slept in our room, in her pack n’ play, until she was four months old. Almost to the day.
Of course, I was ecstatic to have a baby that slept all night. She wanted to nurse all day – and never slept during the day, but that was okay. I had no maternity leave and had to keep working, so I just sat at my computer all day and nursed her. It was a trade-off. I was well rested at night, allowing me to stand to have her on me all the time during the day. Which did eventually get old. Right about when the other shoe dropped and she decided that she would rather not sleep during the day OR at night.
During this time I literally nursed her approximately 18-20 hours a day. I am not even kidding.
But it was manageable because I had a warm, snuggly baby in my bed. Even if she was nursing. It was never my intent to co-sleep. And I wouldn’t even call it co-sleeping. I would call it we both fell asleep nursing and then I would wake up to her next to me and I would gently put her in her pack n’ play, where she would peacefully snooze for a couple of hours until it was time to get up and rock the day. All day.
Eventually, and right before I COMPLETELY lost my mind, this ended, and we went on to the normal waking up every two, or three, or four hours to nurse.
For the most part this has ended too. Which is okay with me. Obviously.
The problem is other than this nursing stuff that is still in our lives, my baby does not snuggle. I think she is physically incapable! Which is why I’ve nursed for so long. It’s really the only loving contact I get with her!
For the last several days I’ve been telling her how I would like for her to settle down and snuggle with me, and that I would even let her stay up late to fall asleep in my bed! And maybe, just maybe, I MIGHT let her sleep there all night!
She laughs at me and runs away.
Until last night.
My dream came true.
In the form of a puking, won’t leave your side/lap/shoulder/I want to lay on you and be sick baby.
And, as much as I felt bad for her, and as tired as I am today, I loved it. Of course I wish she hadn’t been sick, but I was so happy to finally snuggle my little buggle.
Is co-sleeping for us? Sometimes. But apparently I’m not the one who gets to say when!
Laine blogs, podcasts, and creates Wordpress site customizations
