The first time Maddie slept in our bed with us was the night we brought her home from the hospital.
I gently laid our brand new 7 pound baby in her crib in her own bedroom, but she had other plans. She cried every 15 minutes, and I ran to her bedroom to soothe her. I crept back to our bedroom across the hall and stared intently at the video monitor. I whispered to my husband, “She looks so tiny in that big crib.” At some point during that long night, after multiple trips to her bedroom, I surrendered and brought little baby Maddie into our bed where she slept soundly between us for hours. I probably dozed on and off. But mostly, I just looked at her in the darkness. I was just so grateful to be her mom. When the morning light snuck into our room, my husband gently reminded me that it was not safe to have her sleeping between us. Reluctantly, I agreed.
The second time Maddie slept in our bed with us was this past Sunday morning, on her 5th birthday.
Five-year-old Maddie woke up before the sun on Sunday morning. She was just too excited to sleep. She crawled into our bed, smiling, and plopped between the two of us. “Happy birthday, Maddie,” I said softly, straining to open my eyes. “Thanks, Mommy,” Maddie whispered before she somehow drifted off to sleep again. She slept soundly between us. I tried to fall back asleep, but mostly, I just looked at her in the darkness. I am just so grateful to be her mom.