This past weekend, your mother and I made a commitment to you over whatever remains of our privacy, intimacy, and ability to sleep by cosleeping with you. Yes, you’ve already been in a box in our bed, but you’re starting to outgrow that box and we had been looking at different solutions. There aren’t a ton of options, just a bunch of variations on one primary decision: is your kid going to sleep with or without you?
I should say that your mother being your mother wanted to keep you close, but the reality of it all is we are lazy and would prefer not to have to walk into the other room and pick you up from the crib every time you cried. Do we value that convenience so much we would give up all those other aforementioned things? The answer, in our sleep-deprived state, is yes. (To be fair, you only wake up once in the middle of the night for a feed…although I’d caveat that by also saying you like to start your day around 6am.)
So we almost bought a sort of pillow-moat cosleeping contraption for you, but in an effort to save money, we just broke down your crib, moved it into our room, and left one of the sides off so that it effectively becomes an attachment to our bed – it seems like a good compromise of getting back our bed space but keeping you with us. We’ll see how it goes.
Also from the weekend were some photos of me as a baby from your grandfather. What do you think? Mini-me? Man, I feel bad for your mom if you also end up inheriting my temperament. Actually, I feel bad for your mom regardless of whose temperament you get :P