Every evening when I put Cormac to bed I have a little smirk on my face thinking about the doomsayers who warn against co-sleeping and extended breastfeeding. Because Cormac is their nightmare. He bops into the room and climbs on to Bill’s and my king-size bed. No wait, sometimes he turns the TV on for me first, before climbing into bed. (What? Sometimes I like to watch 7.30 Report while I put him to sleep). Then he scoots up the bed and flops on to my pillow grinning his mad little head off.
Every now and then he likes to have a little sip of water before he has his breastfeed. (I don’t know why he needs a drink before a drink, he’s a toddler). So, on those evenings he slides across the bed to my bedside table, has a sip from his drink, says Ahhhh in a very self-satisfied way, places his drink carefully back down on the bedside table (because he will be wanting another little sip from that drink at about 3 am and he doesn’t want to spill it before that) and then he flops back down on the pillow waiting for me. If there is light in the room while I am feeding him to sleep, say I am reading a book or watching 7.30 Report, then he likes to grab a story book from the bedside table and read that to himself while he breastfeeds. He looks like a man reading the newspaper in bed – serious and relaxed at the same time.
I think one of the reasons the doomsayers don’t like the idea of co-sleeping and extended breastfeeding is that they think your child will displace your partner somehow through the process. Well, Cormac does often sleep perpendicular to me, and Bill sometimes gives up on the king-size bed after that and spends the night camped in Lauca’s room on the spare bed (next thing you know Bill will be jealous of all Cormac’s boob action, oh wait, he is). Bill doesn’t give a toss about the bed-hopping (well, we both sorta do, but not in such a way as to need to do anything about it right now) – he has always been the guy at the party who slept in his jeans on the floor if there were no beds left. Bill is very not precious like that. I dig that about him, though I can’t for the life of me understand it. Sometimes I crawl into the little spare bed with him so I can whisper that I miss him in his ear, then he stirs and I go back to the king-size bed. I am precious like that. Lately Cormac has been having full toddler tantrums in the middle of the night because he objects to his status as night-weaned. When he gets annoyed enough with me he stomps off to Lauca’s room to find Bill and he crawls into the spare bed with him. Poor Bill, though I hear him tell Cormac how nice it is to see him. I stretch out in our king-size bed and think about the doomsayers until it gives me the giggles and I have to stop and go to sleep.
(Cormac is 23 months old).