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Sophie's big girl bed
Aug. 25th, 2006 10:42 pmThis really needs pictures, but I've run up and down the stairs too many times tonight and am not running down the stairs again for my camera until later.
Sophie's been in my bed since she was born. I love bedsharing with little ones -- while she would have slept fine in a crib (for which we have zero space), I much preferred having her right next to me where I could always be sure she was all right. It made nursing much easier at night, and gave me lots of warm fuzzies.
But.
Just as with Stephen, there came a point at which warm fuzzies became chilly shoulders, as the blankets are kicked off both of us. Or just plain kicking me, or attempting to sleep horizontally across the bed and lodge a skull in my ribcage. And alas, our happy bedsharing becomes mutual keeping-awakage. We have hit that point. She sleeps fine by herself at her grandparent's house, and while I miss her little warm self next to me, I sleep better, too.
Last night, she slept easily in her Hello Kitty inflataible sleeping bag, in the space underneath Stephen's high bed, from 10 pm until about 6:45 am, with no waking up and barely even a stir. I didn't fare quite as well -- I kept waking up and trying to hear her breathing -- but she did great. She's ready for her own bed. Alas, the Kitty bag deflated during the night (which is probably what woke her up at 6:45), so this evening, I got a nice chunk of 4" thick heavy foam (just the right size for the space), lots of Kitty flannel for sheets, and Kitty fleece for blankets. She's happy, I'm happy, it wasn't quite as expensive as a "real" mattress (which wouldn't fit anyway), and.... we'll see how it goes tonight.
What's semi amusing is that yesterday, a woman at the post office asked me about my sling -- was it more comfortable than a backpack? did Sophie like it? etc. -- and on the way out, asked me how Sophia was sleeping. "Oh, she's doing fine..." "She doesn't try to get into your bed?" "Aaaaah, no, she stays in her own bed really well..." (me trying to say that with a straight face, because her bed is my bed). "Oh, well, I wondered because my daughter is doing that family bed thing" (said with rolled eyes and a look of "gee, aren't they dumb?"), and so my reply of "Actually, we did, too. We haven't had any problems getting the kids into their own beds" (which is perfectly true) "because they're not afraid of going to sleep." I don't think that's what she was hoping to hear :)
Sophie's been in my bed since she was born. I love bedsharing with little ones -- while she would have slept fine in a crib (for which we have zero space), I much preferred having her right next to me where I could always be sure she was all right. It made nursing much easier at night, and gave me lots of warm fuzzies.
But.
Just as with Stephen, there came a point at which warm fuzzies became chilly shoulders, as the blankets are kicked off both of us. Or just plain kicking me, or attempting to sleep horizontally across the bed and lodge a skull in my ribcage. And alas, our happy bedsharing becomes mutual keeping-awakage. We have hit that point. She sleeps fine by herself at her grandparent's house, and while I miss her little warm self next to me, I sleep better, too.
Last night, she slept easily in her Hello Kitty inflataible sleeping bag, in the space underneath Stephen's high bed, from 10 pm until about 6:45 am, with no waking up and barely even a stir. I didn't fare quite as well -- I kept waking up and trying to hear her breathing -- but she did great. She's ready for her own bed. Alas, the Kitty bag deflated during the night (which is probably what woke her up at 6:45), so this evening, I got a nice chunk of 4" thick heavy foam (just the right size for the space), lots of Kitty flannel for sheets, and Kitty fleece for blankets. She's happy, I'm happy, it wasn't quite as expensive as a "real" mattress (which wouldn't fit anyway), and.... we'll see how it goes tonight.
What's semi amusing is that yesterday, a woman at the post office asked me about my sling -- was it more comfortable than a backpack? did Sophie like it? etc. -- and on the way out, asked me how Sophia was sleeping. "Oh, she's doing fine..." "She doesn't try to get into your bed?" "Aaaaah, no, she stays in her own bed really well..." (me trying to say that with a straight face, because her bed is my bed). "Oh, well, I wondered because my daughter is doing that family bed thing" (said with rolled eyes and a look of "gee, aren't they dumb?"), and so my reply of "Actually, we did, too. We haven't had any problems getting the kids into their own beds" (which is perfectly true) "because they're not afraid of going to sleep." I don't think that's what she was hoping to hear :)
