Andrew has extremely long days at work outside of the house, so it was important to both of us that he got sleep. Things got a little more complicated at this point. We slept this way for over 2 years until baby #2 came into our lives. We figured out the safest way to bedshare (co-sleep) and never looked back after that. Our journey into attachment parenting kicked up a notch after that night. The baby ended up falling asleep on my chest one night and all three of us had the best sleep since becoming a family of three. After not even a week, we were both exhausted. We swore she would never end up in our bed. A little over 5 years ago we had our first child. And this is typically how the conversation goes every single time it comes up with a friend.
What did I mean we didn’t sleep in the same bed? What kind of nonsense was this? We weren’t 80, why was this happening? I laughed, but she was genuinely confused. I remember the first time I told a friend that she looked at me like I had 35 heads. He sleeps in our master bedroom and I sleep in our girls’ room with our girls. We sleep in separate rooms which means separate beds.
Now that you have that imagery in your head, let’s get started. Trust me, my sexual needs are being taken care of. We’re talking about shutting my eyes and sleeping. Secondly, get your mind out of the gutter. Spoiler Alert: First off, we aren’t even married so technically he’s not my husband. This post is about the truths of parenting and how if may not be ideal, but parents do everything to find a working solution for their family. I don’t sleep with my husband is a look into the lives of real parenthood.
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