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Today’s post was supposed to be about free summer fun activities for the family, but then last night happened. My 3 year old son came creeping into my room at 3:30AM and proceeded to do his same old song and dance. He lightly tapped me on the shoulder until I woke up, then reached his arms out for me to pull him up into my bed. Normally, I would let him in and cuddle with him until he falls back to sleep, but this time I said no and told him to go back to his room.
You see, two nights ago he slept in our bed and it was the most terrible sleeping experience I’d ever had. Feet were kicking me all night! I kept getting leg cramps and I was close to literally falling off the edge. As a result I got very little sleep and woke up the next morning with unbelievable back pains. Putting up with his feet being all over me usually isn’t a problem, but now I’m 6 months pregnant and I can’t take it anymore. Even breathing at night has become hard, and finding a sleeping position that’s comfortable for me and the baby is nearly impossible. So after that night when he literally kicked me to the edge of the bed, I decided that enough was enough.
To finish my story, after sending him back to his room, he only stayed there for about 2 minutes until he got the bright idea to come back and try his luck again. This time he stood in my face, tapping me on the shoulder and tilting his head while putting on the sweetest smile ever. This kid really knows how to tug on my heart strings. He knows “that” smile always gets him whatever he wants. After a few minutes of telling him no, and him being persistent with the smiles, I finally gave in and let him the bed. BIG MISTAKE. Not long after, the kicking began again. I grew agitated, which woke my husband up and caused him to put my son out of the bed for good. When daddy kicks him out, he knows that it’s real. My son marched to his room crying and screaming out, “It’s not fair! It’s not fair!” I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. The mommy in me wanted to go hold him until he fell asleep, but I knew that would only cause more problems. So, I just listened to him cry and complain from across the hall until he finally closed his eyes.
In all honesty, I should have stopped letting him sleep in our bed a long time ago for several reasons. But, me being a mom, and him being a mama’s boy, keeping him out never lasted for long. My question for you is when is it time to stop letting your kids sleep in your bed? Is it a certain age? A certain size? Or simply when you or your spouse have had enough? I would really like to know what you think.
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