I remember the day I bought my super king size bed. It was a game-changer. I could co-sleep with my two children, Lola and Liberty, then aged three and one, without falling off the bed. I’d always thought sharing a bed with my kids was such a natural idea; it’s what many animals do in the wild. Of course, some people judged me: “You need headspace from them at night – some ‘me time’”; “It’s important for their independence that they have their own beds and bedrooms”; “It’s just not healthy”; “They’ll get separation anxiety”.
In my mind, though, it wouldn’t be long until my children were off having sleepovers with their friends and leaving the nest – so why not keep them snuggling up to me for as long as possible? I had no partner to consider. I am a single mum. So what was stopping me from sharing my bed for a heavenly connection? But little did I know that, five years down the line, co-sleeping with my children, now aged six and eight, would be a total nightmare. I feel I’ve been mis-sold the joys of co-sleeping and I don’t know what to do.
