When we brought Stephen home from the hospital almost 15 years ago, (how can that be?), I promptly placed him in the cheapo crib we bought. We were dirt poor back then, but that's a whole other story. I had decorated the nursery with said cheapo crib, a rickety rocking chair I bought for $25 at an antique store and painted it white, and a changing table that my mom bought and had delivered. (We were living no where near home...that's another story too.) Anyway, I bring him home and put him in the crib. I remember thinking how small he looked in there...but more importantly, how alone. So, I brought him into my bed when Steve was out flying at night. I also remember feeling like I was doing something wrong.
When Hannah arrived a few years later I found the Dr. Sears attachment parenting book and finally I felt validated. We've had two more babies since then and they've all shared our beds. I'm aware it's not for everyone...but for us, waking up next to a baby snuggled up with you is pure bliss.
Stay with your beliefs...it's precious. xoxo
ReplyDeleteLOVE the photo! And your sentiments- all four of mine shared our bed for as long as they needed/wanted. I think humans are wired for co-sleeping- especially with their young- look at animal mammals.
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