But I wind up doing it anyway.  Honestly, if I want to every see sleep again, sometimes the demand has to be met. This isn’t a debate about co-sleeping. This is a personal choice. I prefer that my child sleep in their respective beds. Pickle still sleeps in a bassinet in our room. Big D is his crib which has the front off of it so its a toddler bed. Pickle is going to being transitioning soon to his own room but that is a different tale.

Big D doesn’t often sleep in our bed. Usually it is because something is the matter. As a baby he didn’t like being in our bed. He has always been a sprawler. He enjoyed having his room. He grew into being a cuddler. He usually ends up in our bed if he is having nightmares, Hubby is away for work or he is sick. Pickle, on the other hand, is my snuggler. If I would let him, he would sleep in my arms all night.   Lately, I have because he is teething.

If I had the choice, Hubby would be my only bed-mate. I love to cuddle with him. I also love to “cuddle” with him. All of which is hard to do with children in your bed. I just want a place in our house that is just ours. My kids have taken up the rest of the house. Our DVR is full of shows like Wallykazam and Team Umizoomi. The living room is full of toys. Just to take a shower I have to clear out toys. My shampoo resides next to Jack and the Neverland Pirates bubble bath. There is even a cabinet dedicated to bottles and sippy cups in my kitchen. I just want a place in my home that is for Hubby and I.

Aside from all of that, have you ever shared a bed with a small child?!?!  It is like sleeping with a squid. Big D feels the need to rotate like a clock while touching me. Pickle must have full body contact at all times. Honest to God, I woke up one night with Pickle’s face in my armpit and Big D’s forehead in my back. It is not like in the pictures, all dreamy, snuggly and comfy. Usually those are the nights I get little to no sleep because I spend the night trying to wake up appendages.

Somehow I slept in the middle

I am really not sure how such little people take up so much room. I think if we owned a California King sized bed, I still would only have two inches of space.  Now don’t get me wrong, I love my children more than life itself. However I dread when I hear the pitter-patter of little feet coming down the hall. And there stands a two year old in my doorway with every bed item with the exception of the mattress in his arms. (No really. Big D will attempt to carry both blankets, his pillow, stuffed bear and sheep in one shot.) But being the mom I am, apparently a spineless sap, I will let him crawl in.

Quick side note: The worst is when I wake up to him standing at the side of my bed by my head just breathing. It scares the living shit out of me everytime.