What is the best wake-up call? your child screaming from a distance, or finding his or her foot in your face? As I woke up 8 years ago, with my three daughters sleeping with me, you might think I had an answer already made but I still have to think for a minute, and I often come to the same conclusion: a foot in the face wins. . . “Yeah, it’s better than 50/50,” my husband admitted about our sleeping together.
So it was a family bed that we never thought to include in our plans. Know the same bed the pastor advised the maternity class at the hospital, I listened to you by buying an expensive dish with soft blankets (which I just stand next to ours). I will breastfeed the baby and put her back in or I think so.
That plan took eight hours of misery to get my new daughter back, get out and get out. Mia chewed, cried, vomited, and was relieved when she returned to my arms. Because of the stress, I had to pull out the sheets. Ever since we rebelled.
I know that sleeping together is not for everyone and can be dangerous, but I also know that many mothers like me start with good intentions to buy a book and end up making a sharp U-turn along the way. I think that’s okay too. For me, the other way of sleeping together was very dangerous. My understanding was that I was still a very confused and dangerous person – like a sleepy mother lifting her baby off the bed or sitting on a rocker rather than lying next to her in the middle of my baby. in bed, with the added benefit of being able to press my hand against his chest constantly to make sure he is still breathing – it makes sense as that might sound.
I learned a little when I changed my identity and became a “mother” that it was time to give up the confidence I had since I was pregnant, to show empathy that not everything works according to plan and is not always right. “How to do things. As an epidemic, I was hoping to avoid it but failed because of hard work. Or breastfeeding I had a hell of infertility I had to separate after four months. Or postpartum depression that made me feel completely worthless. This, sleeping together.
Looking back, it was almost inevitable, perhaps even genetically, for my daughters to adhere to the preconceived notions of survival. At my age, the best solution for fear of the dark— “the most comfortable place in our house,” says Mia — was surrounded by my mom and dad. I remember the spirits coming out and the darkness I felt depressed as I held Z by my parents.
From an adult’s point of view, I have found that there are other benefits to having oral communication with your children. I will never forget that morning one of those foggy days when I turned around and saw Mia’s eyes for about a month full of light and shadow crawling into our curtains. I took a deep breath and fell asleep. It was probably my first breath after months because the feeling of satisfaction was working in me and it began to express the stress I had accumulated since his birth.
As mentioned earlier, when our daughters were growing up, my husband and I were determined to make their beds. We wanted them to learn to sleep alone; we too wanted our night back. We have almost succeeded. The girls start in their rooms, it helps. But inevitably, at midnight, they came one by one to our house, crawling under our covers as if they had a peace treaty at night. Half of the time it is small to count and we do not see at all, but when we see we do not force them, we just try to sleep again. It usually works.
A few informal wakes each week are guaranteed, but there is also a good quiet morning again – when I wake up very early and want to suppress the urge for endless repetition when I see my girls lined up like sardines sleeping peacefully. Because I know that the days of sleeping at home are numbered and I will just open my eyes and not open them again. Will we remember their sweaty heads? The rising and falling of their breasts? Their feet on our faces? Yes, I think we will.
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