In American culture, if a man does something wrong
within a marriage
his spouse might say, "Go sleep on the couch."
To this, his buddies would say,
"You've been put in the dog
I know I'm a woman;
however, I chose
the "dog house",
as my main sleeping arrangement,
for two years straight!
Let me explain:
this couch from the 70's
brought back fond memories.
It reminded me of a green, rocking chair
my dad would rock me in when I was young;
especially, if I was sick.
The pattern slightly different, but as close as I could find,
(from a Craigslist ad), within the State of Wyoming.
My husband has a very demanding job
and, at 13 years my senior,
is no longer a spring chicken.
He has his limits,
reaches them a bit more easily,
and needs his rest to function at his best.
(Don't we all?)
As many women can relate,
during the 3rd trimester of any pregnancy
it's often hard to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
And, so, during the 3rd trimester of my 4th pregnancy
the couch was my salvation.
I found rest as the cushions provided just the right amount of firmness and give
to the various parts of my body that needed comforting the most.
Then, after my youngest was born
and I became a mother of a 4.5 year old, 3 year old, 1 year old and newborn,
the couch remained my best friend.
From the newborn's round the clock feeding needs
to a one year old who consistently,
would wake-up at 1 a.m.
for a year straight,
(no matter what I did to ensure she'd sleep through the night);
the couch was HQ, (Headquarters).
And, with a hundred year old home
and paper thin walls,
where noise from one room traveled to another
in the blink of an eye;
where a toddler's cry beget that of a newborn's,
this mama made the decision to go from the "cry it out"
to attachment parenting
and the couch became the bed for my one year old and
As often as I held my newborn to my chest
I also found myself equally holding my toddler.
I slept more
and for a sleep-deprived mom, additional sleep is a God-given treat.
Not only did I sleep more
but my babies slept more too.
Comforted by each others presence,
wrapped in love;
yes, it's the stuff the best memories are made of.
There is no wrong or right way to do this mothering thing,
(i.e. the "cry it out" method vs. attachment parenting),
despite what all the books and articles say.
Each child is different and with each child your life continues to evolve and change.
You adjust and adapt.
And, when your baby is young
you do whatever it takes for both of you to survive!
If I advocate for anything it's this:
Set aside a place of your own
where you and your baby can rest comfortably
for the inevitable midnight feedings.
A place of comfort and quiet solitude.
Perhaps, something as simple
as a $25 couch will become your refuge too;
"vintage" is back in style;
I miss the couch.
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November 06, 2015
Such sweet memories warm a mother’s heart and also those who read them. That last sentence is awesome and holds so much feeling that one can almost feel them as we read them.