My 4-year-old’s hand, when balled up in a fist, fits perfectly in my eye socket. I know this because on more than one occasion, deep in the middle of the night, when we’ve all been sound asleep, his silky soft little boy fist has landed there with such force, I’ve been jolted awake to see the kinds of stars the Grucci fireworks masters would be proud of. Call it Shock And Owwww!

That’s what wimpy parenting gets you. In this case, it’s my just desserts for allowing my wily child to take full advantage of my sleep-deprivation to barter uninterrupted slumber for entry into our bed. I caved; he triumphed, and 18 months later, he’s still camped out quite comfortably – not to mention horizontally — between me and my husband. There must be some peculiar theorem of sleep physics that states a child will always sleep perpendicular to whomever is in the bed next to him. Meanwhile, we cling to the sides of the mattress, dodging flying fists and (in my husband’s case) knees to the ‘nads. 

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In today’s post I talk about accidentally falling into a family bed and liking it — even though I was opposed to group snoozing before our son was born. It’s amazing how many pre-conceived parenting notions crumble in the face of post-conception parenting realities. Has real-life parenting reversed any of your pre-baby ideas? Please leave a comment below the post and tell me about it!

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