for almost 12 years we’ve had at least one child in our bed. when naomi was a baby we had two cribs set up in our room and planned on using them. the first night home i told jerry i couldn’t sleep with her in the little crib next to us. in his most logical voice he said, “well, then bring her in bed with us.”
that was the start. we got rid of the crib and never even had one for micah or eliza. the knees in our back, the arms slung over our necks, the extra warmth in winter, the moments of smiling at each other over a couple of extra bodies. we don’t regret a moment.
naomi has chosen her room for the last few years (i actually don’t remember when she moved out). most recently it was eliza in our bed and micah in a bed on our floor. we’ve enjoyed it, claimed it, knew it was our choice.
about 2 weeks ago we started the great exodus out of our room and into their own. i asked them at breakfast what they would want to feel safe and cozy in their own rooms. twinkly lights and more pillows were the requests.
eliza still resists, asking why grown ups get to sleep together. i don’t have an answer for her, but it’s kind of like when i weaned them as toddlers. i am sure enough that we need this change that i am able to comfort her, sing “hush little baby” and tuck her back in bed. we come back every 4 minutes, though she is always asleep by our second visit back. eliza does come in to “warm up” at some point in the wee early hours, but that is fine with us.
12 years. what a milestone.