Seb and I have been cosleeping with baby S for quite awhile. If you've been following this story at all you'll know that I was never alltogether a fan of cosleeping. We did it at first out of reflex. It just felt natural to have him next to us. It made breastfeeding easier. I could hear him breathing. I really enjoyed the closeness of having him next to me. Once baby S got to the active stage though I really started to resent my loss of sleep. Sleeping next to a squirming child is torturous.
Luckily for all of us, the combination of an unimaginably long plane ride in June and being deposited afterwards into a strange bed in a strange house was all that baby S needed to transition to his own bed. He's been sleeping alone ever since. Oh well wait. Hold that thought. I have to put a question mark next to the word "sleeping." Waking up three and four times a night to breastfeed? Hmmm does this really constitute sleeping-through-the-night? Okay the jury is out on what constitutes official sleeping-through-the-night. Let's just say that after a long transition more or less in his own bed he sleeps through the night (except for that occasional two am feed he still clings to).
Yawn.
So when we got back home to our old digs we discovered something. Walls and doors are what he needs to sleep. Flashing television sets, creaking floors, flea scratching cats and ringing telephones all seem to interrupt his sleep on a 30 minute interval basis here at casa famille. You see, we have no walls in our bedroom. We haven't got a door. Our bedroom is a second floor loft which is completely open.
Or at least it was.
To read the rest of the story and see some pictures of the new arrangement, click on over here to our renovation blog.
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