I have really loved co-sleeping with my son, feeling his little hands on my back and seeing his beautiful face so close to me. Waking up with him is a true treasure – he’s so happy to see us when he opens his eyes – his face literally lights up, making mornings something to look forward to (not an easy thing for me, a night owl).
What I have not loved is the 2 – 3 times he’s been waking up during the night over the last few weeks. He used to go to sleep at 8pm, wake up once at 4am, and then sleep through until 7am. Those were the days. Now he’s been going to sleep at 8pm, waking up at 1am, 4am, 6am … you get the picture.
This morning I decided it’s time to try something different, so Nicholas is in his crib tonight. He went to sleep at 9pm (way too excited by the hockey game, even though we were losing miserably – final score 4-1) and we’ll see how it goes. I already miss him and I haven’t even climbed into bed yet. I’m procrastinating … putting off going to bed because I don’t want to be there without him.
Part of me hopes he sleeps right through to 7am, but part of me hopes he misses me. Selfish? Yes, but I’m not bothered by that. I’m also being selfish by putting him in the crib – selfish for both Patrick and I. Patrick is going back to work in a few weeks so we have to make sure he sleeps well.
So, check back tomorrow to see how it turns out.