The Family Bed Sucks

People around here love "the family bed". Not us. When Sophie was first born, we tried to sleep with her once or twice and it didn't work out—for any of us. We were afraid of squashing her and she was very sensitive to noise and movement and woke up constantly. Whatever comfort she was supposed to be deriving from it was not happening and she was much happier in her car seat, where she slept for the first 2 months of her life.

As she got older, she became even more protective of her sleeping turf. We took her to Northern California for a weekend of "glamping" (glamor camping) and she was very annoyed at having to share not only a room, but a bed with me.  "Where's my room?" she asked when we brought her into the little cabin/tent. I told her we were sharing. "But you snore!" she said and got ready to cry. The horror!

But in the last several months, she's been changing her tune. She wants to have sleepovers, share a bedroom with Ava and, every so often, climb into bed with us in the middle of the night. The first time it happened, I thought it was kind of cute and cozy. Now, I dread her midnight visits.  Here's why:

1. She always comes to my side of the bed and wakes me. Never KC.
2. She wants to sleep on my side and is a total bed hog.
3. She wants to press as much of her body against mine as is humanly possible.
4. She brings her giant, stinky, insanely hot fleece blanket and insists it goes under the covers with her.
5. She is wearing a nighttime pullup filled with pee.

I love my child, but I don't want to sleep with her. That's why I bought her a bed.  It's not personal. If KC insisted on bringing a giant, stinky blanket to bed or wore a fat, pee-filled adult diaper, I wouldn't want to sleep with him either.