Leaving the nest...

Today, our baby boy Billy is eighteen months old. He is a whole year and a half old! It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to believe our seven-and-a-half-year-old Grace is not a baby anymore. Crazy! But Billy Boy is the man of the day.

We have co-slept with all three of our kids. It has created a bond between us and our kids in a way that otherwise, I really think would be lacking. They are all very secure and don’t have separation anxiety. Grace and I did for the majority of nine months. Joel was a little nervous as a new Dad and unfamiliar to the whole co-sleeping thing. But when Jesse came along, there was no discussing it. We knew that’s what we were going to do. Then, when Jesse was six months old, I got pregnant with Billy. So, as I grew our queen-sized bed shrank! Jesse went to the crib at about eleven months. It was hard at first but we all adjusted.

Now, Billy has turned into a Tasmanian Devil during the night. He rolls and kicks and flops and slaps. Momma is getting NO rest. Joel and I moved things around in our room in a gigantic game of Tetris to accommodate for the crib. That was a week ago. Billy slept very well last night…. next to me in our bed! I really need to work on getting him in to his crib. I know I have been torn because he is most likely our last baby. So, other than storms and bad dreams, this whole co-seeping adventure is coming to a bittersweet end. I am also still nursing his through the night. I will miss waking up to him latched on, all snuggled up to me. But in the grand scheme of things, it’s the best for all of us.  

 

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[Heather]

sweet little bear...