I’m reading this from my laptop in my bed with my baby tucked up in his bassinet within arm’s reach (which, amusingly enough, is the product name of the bassinet as well). My goal is to co-sleep in the roomsharing sense for the first year since I am breastfeeding.
Have I fallen asleep with him in the same bed as me? Absolutely. Did it the first night after he was born, in the hospital, even. I was in labor for over 24 hours and was knackered. The nurse came in and gently took him from me and put him back in the plastic box by my side. Hospital was big on “rooming in”.
So, because I knew I absolutely could involuntarily head off to slumberland while breastfeeding, I took care to set my bed to be as safe as possible should this occur. It’s like wearing a seatbelt in a car – no plans for an accident, but just in case.
And let me tell you, my mental health is great! I know enough about me to know that my mental health would be far worse if I had to trudge down the hall in order to breastfeed at night or chastised myself for sharing a bed at such times as my body desperately needed sleep so took it. And with me sane in the membrane, I’m the kind of parent kiddo deserves in terms of personal quality. He doesn’t deserve me loopy from sleep deprivation; so I’m not, mostly.
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I’m reading this from my laptop in my bed with my baby tucked up in his bassinet within arm’s reach (which, amusingly enough, is the product name of the bassinet as well). My goal is to co-sleep in the roomsharing sense for the first year since I am breastfeeding.
Have I fallen asleep with him in the same bed as me? Absolutely. Did it the first night after he was born, in the hospital, even. I was in labor for over 24 hours and was knackered. The nurse came in and gently took him from me and put him back in the plastic box by my side. Hospital was big on “rooming in”.
So, because I knew I absolutely could involuntarily head off to slumberland while breastfeeding, I took care to set my bed to be as safe as possible should this occur. It’s like wearing a seatbelt in a car – no plans for an accident, but just in case.
And let me tell you, my mental health is great! I know enough about me to know that my mental health would be far worse if I had to trudge down the hall in order to breastfeed at night or chastised myself for sharing a bed at such times as my body desperately needed sleep so took it. And with me sane in the membrane, I’m the kind of parent kiddo deserves in terms of personal quality. He doesn’t deserve me loopy from sleep deprivation; so I’m not, mostly.