I wasn’t one for co-sleeping when my son was younger. In fact he was in his cot in his own room when he was 13 weeks old. He’d outgrown his Moses basket and the cot simply wouldn’t fit in our room. I wanted my own space back and I wanted him to have a very defined area that was his space too. It worked for us, although I appreciate that for lots of other people it wouldn’t. It’s very much a personal choice isn’t it. Even when my son moved to his toddler bed, he was very good at staying in it, and has been a really good sleeper from the time I started weaning him at 5 months. But the duvet thief arrived a few years ago.
My son was having nightmares and it became hard to settle him. I’d got so used to having a decent nights sleep that any break in that, I found exhausting. I’d go into his room, settle him, go back to bed, he’d wake up again, I’d go back again and again. This was doing neither of us any good. So I asked him if he wanted to get into bed with me. Something I’d vowed I wouldn’t do. But by this point I’d had a week of broken sleep and I was shattered and I knew he was too. As soon as he got into my bed he’d sleep and then so would I.
So these days if he wakes up in the night he just gets straight in with me, sometimes I’m not even aware that it’s happened. The rule is though, that he always has to start the night in his own bed. 99% of the time he wakes up in his own bed too. But on other nights, like one last week, he woke me up to tell me he’d had a bad dream and got in next to me.
He’s 8 now, and when I woke up in the morning to this scene, I wondered how many more times the duvet thief would visit, before it’s totally uncool to sleep with his Mummy. I need to treasure these moments while I can. I shall miss my little duvet thief when he no longer comes.