My son Samuel has never been a good sleeper. It took a year for him to sleep through the night, and it took quite a bit of effort and exhaustion for us to help him learn to go to sleep in his crib all by himself.
And then, right before he turned 2, he decided he was done with the crib he had grown to love. He ended up in bed with us while we ordered and waited for big boy furniture. While we’re not against co-sleeping as a sleeping situation, we knew from the beginning that it was not for us, and we very rarely had him in our bed.
That month of co-sleeping was not fun. I am a light sleeper, and having a 2-year old in bed did not help that. I also had added my body pillow* at that point – it’s a must-have when you’re pregnant, so I linked you to one! Our queen size bed was getting very tight and hot and covered in toddler sweat!
If you have a child like Sammy who’s always on the go, you know what a precious moment it is when they are asleep. Not because they’re not awake being a toddler. No – it’s precious because you never get to see them that way. At their most vulnerable. Their most still (you know, for a few minutes). Their most relaxed.
So one night, instead of being all bent out of shape about not being able to fall asleep and stay asleep, with one hand on my pregnant belly, I just put my arm around that little guy, with my hand on my husband, and I realized: My heart now belongs to three beings. And that will never change.
This was the cry of my heart:
Shout with joy to God, all the earth! Sing the glory of his name; make his praise glorious! (Psalm 66:1-2, NIV)