Before my daughter was born, I had decided how our sleeping would happen. She would sleep in a co-sleeper by my bed for a couple of months, take naps in her crib, and would be sleeping in her own room by the time I went back to work. Great and completly reasonable plan, right?
Sleeping was my first lesson in “nothing goes as planned in parenthood.”
For the first three weeks after she was born, Stella slept every single night on my chest. During the day she would sleep anywhere anytime, but in the dark she wouldn’t sleep anywhere except my chest. At 3 weeks old, I started getting nervous about that (mainly about crushing her unintentionally) so I started swaddling her and putting her in the co-sleeper.
By the time she was 6 or 7 weeks old, she was sleeping for about a 7-8 hour stretch every night! Then, when she was about 3 months old, she got a cold. She couldn’t breathe very well and slept best on an incline. So, back on my chest she went.
Fast forward a few weeks and for various reasons (mainly a growth spurt, vacation, and my fear that she’ll roll over while swaddled and smother herself), this is how she sleeps the majority of the time.
Ignore me in this picture. That’s my “I just woke up after a night of nursing every two hours” face. Also ignore that she’s sleeping on her side. At night she sleeps on her back like she’s supposed to. Right beside me.
So for now, I’m one of those people whose kid sleeps with them. And, you know what? I love love love it.