Every once in a while I find myself being handed my former beliefs with a side of crow. I'm fairly black-and-white when it comes to many issues, so can easily find myself on the wrong side of gray.
One such thing, to which I previously objected, is co-sleeping. Prior to having kids myself, I was adament. No co-sleeping would happen in my house. I maintained this adamance through the birth of my first, and colicky son. Granted, in despiration I believe I may have tried to lay him in bed with me, but since he was crying anyway, him keeping me awake in bed seemed like salt in the wound, I suppose. No matter, my anti-co-sleeping stance remained intact.
Then my 2nd son was born. He loved to nurse, and hated pretty much every bottle he ever saw. He found a nifty solution to hating bottles, he'd eat the bare minimum while I was away at work, and tank-up while I was with him. A great plan, except that many of the hours we were together he and/or I should be asleep. It turns out that co-sleeping saved my sanity. He could happily sleep-nurse while I dozed. Getting him out of our bed was a bit of a hassle, though. Next month he'll be turning 4 and I cherish every snuggle that we shared co-sleeping.
So, when my crib-in-my-room 6mo awoke last night to nurse, I felt no guilt when I laid him right down in bed next to me and snuggled in. Sure, I could have sat up in bed and fed him as usual, then promptly returned him to his crib, but last night, I banked a few slumbing snuggles as I know all to well how quickly time passes, and how soon it'll seem that he'll be turning 4 himself.
How I can love something to which I had previously objected I'll never know.
