It took catching Covid to get my children out of my bed, but I can finally sleep again | Emma Brockes
After seven years of sleeping together, this bonding exercise was difficult to stop, and now I’m glad we’ve made the break
It began, as so many things do, as a result of sheer laziness. From the ages of zero to walking age, my children went to sleep in their cots and stayed there for most of the night. I had read about the physical dangers of co-sleeping, and about the emotional dangers of not training your baby to “self-soothe”, and if I couldn’t quite carry off cry-it-out as a policy, I could hold the line for the front end of the night.
Then they learned to walk. Each night, at different times, they migrated from their beds to mine, which left everyone feeling tired in the morning. For the short period it took them to grow out of this phase, I thought, it made sense to put them to sleep in my bed. Nothing about this could possibly go wrong.
Emma Brockes is a Guardian columnist