From the first day that Kaia came home with us from the birth center—and it was within hours after the delivery (3:57 am) that we were home (7:30 am)—he has slept in our bed with us. Sleeping together is something that we do as an important part of our approach to parenting, and while it has had its challenges from time to time with perpendicular sleeping and night waking, the pleasures of night cuddling and the intimacy that you share with your child during sleep cannot be replaced. I am sorry for parents who miss out on this time. Space here should not be wasted on my opinion about the conventional (how did it become so mainstream when it is a truly radical method!?!) western “cry-it-out” approach to children’s sleeping that isolates children from a young age in another room. This is for another post all together. But back to co-sleeping with Kaia, we have slept in all sized beds in many conditions. In
One of the great pleasures about living in the country are the sounds. Every morning, at about 7:00 am, a man on a bike rides through our neighborhood droning “peaahpaah, peaahpaah”. First thinking that he was saying something in Tamil, it took me some time to figure out what he was saying—paper. He is calling for people who are throwing away cardboard and other heavy paper items to give it to him, and then he can take it to recycle and collect the return. Anyway, this has emerged as Kaia’s alarm clock—the paper man. In the photo above, he has just heard the call for recycling and is easing into the day.
Like many children, Kaia has developed an attachment to particular items of clothing. During the day, the piece in demand is the “surfer tanktop” that my sister recently gave him, but during the night it is one of two “digger peejays” that you just cannot peel off of him before breakfast. The only way that I can get them off of him is by telling him that we need to keep them clean for sleeping. For some reason this makes sense to him in a way that “nighttime clothes” and “daytime clothes” does not. Again, he’s modeling them in the photo above.
After some rolling around in the bed and some stretching (I’ve been up for 2 or 3 hours by the time he’s up) its off to pitter-patter and see what’s for breakfast. Recently he’s been crazy for curd (yogurt) and jam.
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