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ParentsMarch 5, 2018

Emily Writes: Defending being defensive about co-sleeping

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Spinoff Parents editor Emily Writes writes about co-sleeping and her long journey to self-acceptance about her style of parenting.

The other day I said to my husband “I should really try to get the baby to sleep on his own tonight.” My husband smiled and gave me a hug. He knew that what I really meant was “Tell me it’s OK our baby is still in bed with us at night.”

There are lots of reasons why we co-sleep most nights. I went through a stage where I hid the fact that we were co-sleeping. I thought the measure of a mum who had her shit together was how well her children slept. I have never been a particularly confident mother, but as my children have grown I’ve started to see how our choices have worked really well for us as a family. This has helped me be a bit kinder to myself, to have more faith in my abilities.

Co-sleeping feels like one of those half choice half obligation things for us. If our child didn’t want to co-sleep, we wouldn’t co-sleep. So it’s not entirely a choice, but it is a choice in that we are now comfortable with it as the thing we do.

Recently, my husband said to a sort-of-friend: “Oh yeah, both of our kids are in our beds – usually I have one and Emily has the other”. I was shocked. “Don’t tell people!” I hissed. He was perplexed. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. What’s the big deal?”

This approach made me stop and think about my defences for co-sleeping, and what impact being secretive has on the judgement orgy around sleep. Then it made me consider that maybe I need to just let go of being defensive altogether.

Yet the next day, as I was waiting for my coffee, I heard a woman in the coffee shop lecturing her poor (maybe?) daughter-in-law on “tough love” and how her child will never sleep on their own.

I was again, immediately defensive. I wanted to turn to her and say:

Yes, they have their own room. And yes, they have their own beds. But we trial and change approaches to see what works. It’s almost like we are people who don’t have all the answers and in fact don’t believe that parenting is a game that you win or lose. It’s almost like every child and every parent is different and we are working out what’s best for us all.

Yes, we have tried putting them in their own room and saying “stay in there”. Are we soft? Sure. But what’s the downside to being soft? Surely in this world we live in we need more gentle parenting that is focused on the needs of the whole family? Being hard isn’t what we are about. We don’t want to be tough and we just don’t believe that the downfall of humanity is due to our parenting decisions. Letting a child who had a nightmare (or wet the bed or just feels sick or can’t sleep) into your bed is a little act of kindness that we, their parents – those who know them best – are happy to do. It’s not for everyone, and it doesn’t always work for us. But of the list of choices of what to do we are most happy with the cuddles for everything approach.

We’re not lazy but in all honesty – who cares if we are? Why is The Path Of Least Resistance Parenting so frowned upon? Parenting isn’t meant to be an ordeal. Why not make it easier?

No, you don’t have to co-sleep. Honestly, it’s not possible to put into words how little I care about how other parents parent at night. Lack of sleep is a killer. You need to do what’s right for you. So you don’t want kids in your bed? Fine with me. It’s not my bed. I’d ask for the same courtesy though.

Yes, I have a happy marriage and yes, my husband is OK with our child sleeping with us. He’s also happy to sleep in the bunk sometimes, or the spare room, just like I do. And you know what BERYL we actually have a really happy marriage because I get to watch him willingly choose to do what works for our family as a whole on a nightly (and daily) basis. It teaches me to compromise too. We make decisions together because we are both parents and we respect each other.

And yes, we have sex. I was once asked this when I was visibly very pregnant. It was not an immaculate conception. This might sound shocking, but there are other places to have sex that aren’t a bed. I’m sorry you’re so limited in imagination. But also, is it weird that you want to know? I guess I’d be fixated if the only time I did the deed was with the lights out in the marital bed.

And no our children aren’t spoilt or out of control – we are a family that considers each other and tries to do what’s best. For us. Only. Not you, not your family, just us. And for us, this works with our way of being a family and it works for the kids and it might be a hassle some nights but ultimately this is a it’ll be fine in the end/you’re only little once kind of approach.

No they won’t be sleeping with us when they’re 18 but I’ve never understood how the same people who say that also say that their children don’t speak to them anymore and cherish every second of every minute of every hour of the day because soon you’ll be alone, so alone. So alone that you fashion a dog out of pantyhose and newspaper and drag it around your living room saying “Come pepper! Mama is here!”

Yes, you’re right – co-sleeping can really suck sometimes. Some days I do want to bitch about having a kid in my bed. But that doesn’t mean I’m miserable about it or that things will be different tonight or that I’m doing the wrong thing. It just means I had a bad night. And being able to complain about it isn’t an invitation for unsolicited advice. It’s not a time to say: “I’ve never had the kids in my bed and I never would I don’t know how you do it just put them in their own bed don’t you think it’s time for them to sleep on their own.” If you do that, people (me) will think you suck.

Do I think it’s time for a child to sleep on their own? Which child? What age? Here are some of the reasons why my children have returned to my bed for short periods:

  • going back to work and they missed me
  • growth spurt and they needed more milk
  • family member died and they were scared of death
  • threw up in bed then became concerned the bed was the reason why they spewed
  • dog died and they were scared of zombie dogs
  • “I miss you”
  • weekend away made them think I had disappeared forever
  • afraid of giant ninja turtle but did not want to move giant ninja turtle out of their bed
  • got confused on the way back from the bathroom
  • every sleep regression on the planet
  • brother was in bed so felt it was unfair they had to sleep alone
  • started school and was feeling scared

Frankly, some of these are crap reasons to wake your parents up at night. But some of these are things I want my kids to wake me up to talk about. And some of these things are hard to discuss at 3am when you just want to go the fuck to sleep.

So ultimately I’m OK with saying – come on in.

I sleep better with my husband in bed, and sometimes I even sleep better with one of the kids in bed. I have times when I wake up and reach over for comfort. It makes sense that my kids look for the same. And while they’re little, I’m happy to be able to answer that call.

I’ve heard it all and I don’t need any advice anymore. I won’t even humour people. Because I’m at the acceptance phase and it’s kind of radical. We just aren’t as bothered by a kid or kids in our bed (as long as it’s one of our kid or kids) as other people seem to be bothered by a kid or kids in our bed.

Is this what it feels like to be comfortable in your parenting? Is this growing up?

Maybe it’s just time; it just feels normal for us now. It feels like way less of a big deal than it did two years ago.

We have a solution so we don’t need a solution. This isn’t a problem for us, and if it’s a problem for others… that isn’t our problem.

Things might change tomorrow, next month, next year. But for now I’m happy accepting that I’m one of those people who likes to be close to the ones they love at night. And my kids are the same.

During the night, when my baby reaches for me, I think, this is just where I want you to be. And if that’s weird well, I’m weird. Because baby, you’re perfect. And one more snuggle is just what we all need.

More from The Spinoff Parents on babies and sleeping

Emily Writes: Putting to bed bad advice about infant and toddler sleep

Dr Jess Berentson-Shaw: The science and art of baby sleep in the first six months

Emily Writes’ top tips for getting your baby to sleep

Emily Writes: Is the advice on co-sleeping actually realistic?

Emily Writes: How to survive severe sleep deprivation – by someone who is living it

Angela Cuming: What being a Twin Mum has taught me about child sleep

Emily Writes: When you’re tired enough – on the hell of having a child who just won’t sleep

Emily Writes is editor of The Spinoff Parents. Her book Rants in the Dark is out now. Buy it here. Follow her on Facebook here.

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ParentsMarch 2, 2018

My partner left me while I was pregnant and I made it through

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Charlotte Fielding talks to a mum whose partner left when she was pregnant after a six-year struggle to conceive. It’s a story of daring to hope, of struggle and resilience, and of how we can make it through the most unexpected and gut-wrenching events.

The door is propped open and Anna* is breastfeeding her four-month-old son Seth when I arrive at her apartment. Anna looks like any other tired suburban mother – bob haircut, glasses, comfortable clothes – though her journey to motherhood was far from ordinary. The apartment is warm, sunny, and feels spacious, although it is small. We sit on mismatched, comfortable couches, and she gestures to some small stains on an armchair, explaining that her daughter Hazel had been refusing to take pamol during her recent bout of sickness, and it splashed on the chair.

In her lounge there are items of kid-equipment everywhere: a buggy, an electric rocker, a change table, and a highchair. Anna is peaceful, at last, in her role as a mother, but says “I never wanted kids until my 29th birthday. That day out of nowhere, it just hit like a biological thing. There was no thinking necessary, it just had to happen. And it was a shock, because I’d never wanted kids at all.”

Anna speaks softly and articulately. She doesn’t clutter her sentences with umms and ahhs, just as she doesn’t clutter her home with unnecessary things. Up until that point she’d been quite vocal about not wanting children. “I was nervous coming out to Mum about wanting kids,” she says, laughing. “It was more significant than actually coming out.” At the time of her revelation, Anna had been with her partner Sarah for about two years. As a gay woman Anna knew fertility treatment was her only option for having children, so after some discussion, they got on the waiting list for a sperm donor at Fertility Associates.

It turned out to be an even longer, more painful wait than she could imagine, with unexpected, heartbreaking consequences. “There were just a lot of surprising things,” she says. “It was devastating right from the start.”

The process started with intrauterine insemination (IUI) which involves placing sperm inside a woman’s uterus to facilitate fertilisation. Anna didn’t ovulate for the first cycle, which hadn’t happened before. For the next cycle she took medication to make sure she did ovulate, which had the opposite effect, releasing too many eggs. “They check how many follicles you have to see how many eggs you’re probably going to release, and if there’s too many they won’t do the treatment because they don’t want you to end up with multiples. And that’s what happened.” They were advised not to go ahead with the IUI that cycle.

They ended up doing seven rounds of IUI, with not even a hint of pregnancy.

Anna became increasingly desperate.

“It just becomes your complete meaning, it was my complete focus. Nothing else mattered. I think I would have been harder and harder to live with over the years.” She worried about the financial cost, about running out of the donor sperm, and about getting older. Sarah was supportive, but unexcited by the prospect of parenthood, and a distance began to grow between them.

The next step was in-vitro fertilisation (IVF). Anna and Sarah put the $14,000 on their mortgage, because Anna didn’t want to wait for public funding. The toll fertility treatment can take on a woman’s body became clear when a freak accident during egg collection led to Anna collapsing due to internal bleeding after the procedure.

She was taken to hospital and panicked, worried that she might wake up from surgery with a hysterectomy.

“I wanted a baby so bad that there was no life if there was no baby. It turned out that the blood supply to one of the follicles had been pierced when they took the eggs out. That’s what caused the hemorrhaging. So nothing was wrong with my organs, they just needed to fix up that blood supply to that follicle.” She was the only person, at that time, who had experienced that in New Zealand.

They did get some embryos out of that egg collection, however, and Anna waited on the daily updates from the clinic about how many embryos survived each day.

“Your phone becomes this terrifying thing,” Anna says. “When it rings and somebody else is holding your future in their message, that’s horrible.”

The three surviving embryos were planted in successive months, to no avail.

Another egg collection followed, another transfer, and Anna and Sarah went to Surfers Paradise to distract from the two week wait. Anna recollects depriving herself of small pleasures like coffee, to try and be as healthy as possible, and then the ensuing paranoia when she did partake, magnified by her difficulty to get pregnant.

“I had to run a few steps to get to the train, and thought ‘I’m killing the baby.’”

During the course of her infertility struggles Anna had connected online with others in similar situations, and heard about a procedure called an endometrial scratch, which involves ‘scratching’ the lining of the uterus, which may trigger a ‘repair reaction’ in the uterine lining. The theory is that this new lining may be more receptive to an embryo implanting. With a diagnosis of “unexplained infertility,” Anna was feeling frustrated and looking for any solutions. “It was pretty painful,” she says of the endo scratch. “And then the following month we transferred Hazel. She was the last one.”

She tears up at this point. “It felt like it was getting to the end,” she says, when she can speak again.

A few weeks after the pregnancy was confirmed, Anna proposed to Sarah. She’d been planning an “extravagant” engagement for six months, which involved a helicopter ride, expensive rings, professional photographers, and a 10 course degustation. “It was the happiest day of my life,” Anna says. “Pregnant, engaged. Amazing future ahead.”

Then a few weeks later, Sarah left.

“I don’t want to be in this relationship and I don’t want to be a parent,” Sarah told Anna.

“It’s just gone four years now,” Anna says, “and that moment still feels like three seconds ago. So shocking. My entire future changed from that moment on.”

A hellish breakup followed:  betrayal, immense financial stresses, selling their newly renovated home at a loss, and Anna worrying all the time that she might lose the one thing she had left – her baby. “It was really stressful, and this was over the course of the pregnancy that I’d spent the last six years trying to create. I was robbed of that experience.”

Sarah didn’t want to be involved with the baby, but did agree to pay child support, recognising that her actions had changed the course of Anna and Hazel’s lives.

After the birth, Anna’s rebound relationship also ended, and she found herself alone again with a baby who hardly slept. She reached out to other parents via Facebook, which is when I first met her and heard her story. “It was quite a turning point of creating, starting a new life, starting to make friends. Friends had never been something that I valued much. So that was good.”

“I went back to work, devastatingly tired, all the time,” Anna says. “I moved close to work because I knew I was too tired to even drive, so we had to be somewhere I could walk to daycare and then walk to work. I’d drop Hazel off and then cross the road to Wholly Bagels, get a coffee, and sit there thinking ‘this coffee will get me enough energy to cross the road again and get to work.’ My job is easy, I just had to get to my chair. I’d get in the door and think ‘I can’t even walk up one flight of stairs’ and I’d get hassled by people for using the lift ‘cause I looked like a healthy person. Leaning against the wall of the lift. Just had to get to my chair. And this was my life for a year. Just so tired.”

She also attended a Mothers’ Network group, talking to the other mothers about the possibility of trying for another baby. After another relationship ended in heartbreak, she thought, “I’ll never have a relationship again. I’m 39, I’ve got the donor for two more years, I don’t have time to wait for a relationship to be established.’ And at that point I didn’t care anymore. And then everything became quite focused about trying for another one. It was empowering.”

She carefully planned the timing around financial matters like paying off debt and waiting for Hazel to be eligible for the 20 hours ECE subsidy.

Hazel was involved in going to appointments at the fertility clinic, creating their own narrative around family. “I really wanted it to be that we were making our family,” Anna says. “Because it’s done in an artificial way, I guess I could tell the story like that. We do just go to a place with doctors that help and we pay some money and that’s how we can make our family bigger.”

Anna couldn’t afford IVF and was skeptical that an IUI would work, having failed so many times before, but the first time round, she became pregnant. By this point Anna had become involved with Melissa, but despite a strong attraction they were off and on again for many months, trying to figure out where they stood in relation to each other, to the children, and dealing with Anna’s severe anxiety and insomnia.

And then Seth was born and Anna started sleeping.

Previously she struggled to sleep if there was another adult in the house, which made relationships difficult. Despite life being demanding, with two young children, her anxiety disappeared. “He’s brought so much healing,” Anna says, looking down at her calm, smiling baby. “To heal the insomnia and anxiety, it’s just an incredible thing.”

In looking for an explanation for the seemingly-magical fix, Anna’s mum put it simply: “You’ve got what you want. You’ve got your babies. You’ve got potential for a long term marriage-type relationship, a family.”

A few days after our interview, Anna and Melissa put in an offer on a beautiful family home with sea views, which was accepted, and they’ll move in together in the new year, a family at last.

“Over the first year here, in this apartment, surviving what I survived was empowering. It was utter darkness of being so exhausted and so alone and knowing that there was nobody. I’d got to feeling suicidal from exhaustion. Not because I didn’t want to live, I was just so exhausted. Just surviving that, being conscious about trying to be grateful, starting to develop some of my own interests. That was kind of cool, starting to create myself again,” Anna says.

“It was just like my brain and body had finished the journey.”

*All names have been changed to protect privacy.

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