Co-Sleeping: The Controversial Topic No One Prepares You For

Co-sleeping. A controversial topic. Some people are deeply against it, and some people swear by it.

Me? I do whatever keeps my sanity intact and my eye twitch to a minimum.

Let’s start with my firstborn, Miss Lenoxx. She slept like an absolute champ. Honestly, she spoiled me. She didn’t need the constant access to food (aka the boobs) and she didn’t need the constant cuddles. This actually explains a lot now — she’s my little Miss Independent Sassy Pants. Of course, there were the occasional nights where she’d climb into bed with me, but for the most part she did her thing and slept like a dream.

Little Lenoxx basically slept wherever and whenever!

Then came my sweet second child, Miss Novah. Bless her heart. She would not sleep unless she was in my arms, snuggled into me like a little koala, and had full 24/7 access to the all-you-can-eat milk buffet. I was beyond exhausted. I swear my soul left my body at least twice.

Little Novah always peacefully sleeping in my arms…always!

And now… cue baby number three.

My little boob monster: Cyrus.

I feel like we are reliving the exact nights I had with Novah — except now I’m older, more tired, and powered entirely by caffeine and questionable life choices. What started out as a promising sleep schedule all went down the drain around 3.5 months.

Cyrus’s happy place…in my arms 🤗

The 4-month sleep regression, as most people call it.

I call it: mom is exhausted, give me my coffee.

Sleep regressions can last two weeks, sometimes four. For us? It feels like it’s been going on since the dawn of time. The constant waking, the endless feeding, the internal screaming every time I glance at the clock and it says 2:14… then 3:02… then 3:41…

Eventually, I reached my “I actually can’t see straight anymore” point and just let him sleep with me. At this stage, I’m just trying to survive. I’m so tired half the time I wake up thinking it’s the wrong day. I’ve answered texts from two days ago thinking they were from that morning. Sleep deprivation is a real thing over here — and I’m thriving (please read that with sarcasm).

But here’s the part that gets me…

As tired as I am — and trust me, I am walking-zombie exhausted — Cyrus is my last baby. This is the last time I’ll be someone’s everything at 2 a.m. The last time I’ll be the safe warm place a tiny human needs to fall asleep. As frustrating as these nights feel right now, it’s also bittersweet. Because one day, I’m going to look back and say:

“Man… I miss those nights where I got to fall asleep with my baby on my chest.”

And that’s why I co-sleep.

Not because it’s the “right” way or the “wrong” way — but because it’s the way that lets me love my babies and stay sane at the same time.

I’m savouring every sleepy snuggly moment I can get ❤️