So here I go, I'm just going to come out with it.
Those of us in the MNT household aren't always known for sleeping in their assigned beds.
Wow! It felt really good to get that out there!
OK, in all honesty, its really Kiel and myself that have the bed hopping problem.
Just like Noah, Kiel has his own room. Right now it has a very nice crib in it and a double bed.
His room is my favorite room in the house. I love the soft green color we painted it (darker on the bottom with a white chair rail), and because of a little "oops" with someones big foot and a half-full paint can
It's a very peaceful room, and I like to go in there in the evening and read until I'm ready to go to sleep. Sometimes I fall asleep in there while I'm reading. Sometimes if the insomnia has a particularly strong hold on me I'll move from my room to Kiel's room for a change of scenery. And sometimes Rich's snoring is just so
Now, I'm sure some of you are thinking "but what about Kiel? Isn't that disturbing him?"
To which I answer?
bwah ha ha ha ha
bwah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Like Kiel has ever actually slept in his room at night. Don't even ask about the crib.*
Kiel has always slept best when Rich or I are holding him. From day one he has wanted that physical contact with someone he loves and trusts.
And I completely understand that! I never feel safer than when Rich is holding me. It's just the
So all of this is leading up to my admission that Kiel sleeps with us, in our room.
As of recently, in our bed.
I know! The horrors. We are terrible parents.
We've been warned - He'll never leave. We'll never sleep by ourselves again. Rich and I will never have The Sex again. Kiel will never learn to sleep by himself. Etc., etc., etc.
But you know what? Kiel is happy. And he sleeps better.
And you know what else? Rich and I are happy as well. And WE sleep better, even if it does sometimes mean I wake up to a foot by my head.
It feels good to know we can give Kiel this comfort. We know he won't sleep with us forever. Some day he's going to want the privacy of his own room. Some day he is going to be too big, too grown up, to want to be with us like that. I'm not saying I'll ever let him stop being my baby, but I know that some day he won't want to be.
Until then if letting him sleep with us gives him the security** he needs, and all of us the sleep we need, there is room in our bed for him.***
Sometimes I think that in the craziness and uncertainty of parenting, that we forget that Mommy's and Daddy's can make magic. And there is nothing more powerful than the magic of a parent's love and understanding. And acceptance.
*I occasionally put him in it for a nap. And I only do that because clearly I enjoy torturing him. He hates it that much. Yesterday he beat me at my own game. He mastered the art of climbing out of the crib. There is now nothing the monkey can't climb out of.
**I strongly regret that we didn't let Noah sleep with us when we first brought him home from the orphanage. I think that would have helped immensely with his attachment and teaching him to trust us.
***There is not however room in our bed for him AND that freaking talking playschool bus he wanted to sleep with last night.