Last night we had a very cranky, moody teething baby. Like c’mon already Aidan it’s been like 7 months just grown one already! Anyway, after an hour or so of whining and whimpering we decided to take him into our bed to try and get some sleep. Immediately I thought back to Kellie’s post I had read earlier this week and I began to get excited to have my baby boy for cuddles and quality time. What actually happened was a lot different.
I imagine this is what it feels like to be in a street fight or pub brawl. Having someone swinging fists and throwing head butts. I endured more physical abuse that night then I had known possible. He head butted his dad while kicking me into the ribs. We both woke with several bruises.
Also twice hourly we would be awoken by Aidan who, we learned, is a sleep crawler. While still in a deep sleep Aidan will get to his hands and knees have a little wander around the bed before collapsing back down as if nothing happened. This meant that both of us were on edge acting like some sort of human cot bumper system.
As if that wasn’t enough, like I mentioned in my ways to prepare for a new baby post, it was like sleeping with a stray cat on speed. He has claws, not nails – claws! And they seem to move independent to his body, and only in the direction of my face!
So after a night of about 7 minutes sleep Aidan decided that 6:30am was time enough to start the day – seriously?! After all of us enduring the night from hell the day that followed wasn’t much better. It was a series of tantrums, constant grunting and bad moods all round. If I so much as said ‘Aidan’ there was an outburst stronger than that girl finding out about Zayn leaving 1D!
Those are the reasons I hate co-sleeping. I would love to snuggle up to Aidan every night and wake up to his bright, beaming smile in the morning but that is not what happens in our house. It’s like sleeping with a switch blade and waking up to a hormonal teen – far from a cuddly scene.