If you have ever read some of the entries in which I have spoken of colecho you will surely know that in my house we have always been sleeping all in the same bed. Well, to tell the truth, because of space, we have two beds, one of 1.50 with a small one next to it, to distribute ourselves in the best possible way.
Almost two months ago our third son Guim was born. I know that they say that if you plan to make important changes at home, they should be made a few months before or a few months after the birth of a baby, so that the children do not associate the changes at the arrival of the little brother, but neither short nor lazy we offered the possibility to Jon going to sleep in another room. The result, that of the title: Jon went to sleep alone at the age of 6 at the time they usually say that it is less recommended.
It all started within a few months of life
Jon was a few months old and slept in the bassinet when the nights began to get harder, sucking more often and enduring less sleep. The sum of awakenings began to make a dent and, instead of leaving the child in the bassinet after breastfeeding, as we usually did, we realized hours later that we had fallen asleep and that the child had spent the night with us (to our horror and fear).
The days went by and looking for some information we began to realize that that of colechar didn't seem to be so badIt didn't seem so dangerous, it wasn't that unusual, it had a lot of logic and we also slept the three better. Then we decided to give passport to the bassinet and make our bed the family nest. At that time we became official collectors.
And over time, everything changes
Thus the months passed, with worse nights and better nights, always falling asleep with mom's chest and with several awakenings that also calmed down with her chest, until a good day, with 2 years, she fell asleep without the tit. It was a coincidence of life, a "we were lying reading and I realized I was breathing hard." From that day, he began to gradually mature his dream, waking up less and less, until his brother Aran arrived.
We doubt for a moment if we should do something about it: "Do we get it out before it is born?", "Do we wait to see what happens?" And, little friends to force the situation, we simply decided to wait. Aran arrived and with him returned our multiple awakenings, which did not affect Jon too much, because if the baby cried more than the bill we would go out with him from the room.
We put a cot cradle for Aran that later became the bed we have now, we relocated and so we spent three more years, sleeping from left to right: Wall - Aran - Mom - Jon - Dad.
Guim was born almost two months ago and we asked ourselves the same question again: what do we do? Whose answer you will imagine, "well, nothing, to see them coming." And that we did. To the four members of the private club of the shared nights we added a new member, Guim, who entered with shoehorn, but entered.
As Aran is 3 years old and still moving a lot it was risky to leave Guim by his side, so we put (idea of Mom) a railing separating both beds, that is, beds together, but divided. Aran's bed became from that moment on a castle from which he saw us through its walls and he in a brave and strong knight, able to defeat the most fearsome dragons. At that time we became: Wall - Aran - Baradilla - Guim or Mom - Mom or Guim - Jon - Dad.
The problem came when Guim was next to Jon, who moves much less than Aran, but who could also hit him. His movements had to be watched so that when he turned around he did not stretch his arm too much, or so that he did not put a leg over there and hold him preventing his turns, waking up sometimes when Guim woke up and how I moved him when going to the bed and see that he was in "my place" ended up making his nights a not so good night.
And one good day, he decided to “emancipate himself”
He did not rest too well, there were days when his head hurt and despite that he said he wanted to sleep with us. “Jon, do what you want, but there you have two beds in which neither I would have to hold you nor the Guim would wake you up. If you want I go with you until you fall asleep and then I leave you, ”I said. To my amazement he said: "Ok", and that night was the first night he slept alone, in the top bunk, without mom or dad (I was with him for a while, of course).
That was two weeks ago and, although there was a clause in the contract that said "if you want to go to bed again at night, you can do it", not a single day has come. It is logical, he is six years old, but we have loved to see the process because we have not forced anything, we have let him choose when it was the best moment, he has at all times had the possibility to undo what was done and, just one month later of being born his brother, he has preferred his room to continue sharing bed with us (something tight).
At times like this I remember all the voices that in these six years have recommended us to get him out of bed because "they are later dependent children", because "then they reach 13 and are still in bed", because "they don't you let mature ”, because“ he will continue to believe that he is a baby ”, etc.
To all of them: pediatricians, nurses, teachers, friends and acquaintances, acquaintances and acquaintances I dedicate this entry. Jon went to sleep in his room at the age of six, when he felt it was better, without a single nightmare for sleeping without father or mother, without ever feeling alone, without a single tear demanding our presence and without endless night walks.
In our memory will remain forever the six years that we have shared together in bed hugging, warm, caressing, kissing us, waking up together, receiving some extra kick and some extra punch (everything has to be said), but calm for having it near and calm for having us close.
