So for the last year camden had been sleeping in my bed. Literally for like a year. Kicking me in the back, waking up at 4am to tell me he has to pee, and sleeping on top of me. Just annoying! But to be honest. I LOVE IT! Every single minute of it. It made me happy to have someone to cuddle with at night. He would give me like 5 kisses before he went to sleep and that made him my little baby again. He would ask me to sing him a song and read him a book. Bedtime was my last of the baby camden. I hated the thought of giving that up.
But then the thing I wanted so much happened, MY SISTER MOVED OUT! I got my basement back! I got more space and camden got his own room. But that didn't change the sleeping arrangements. I would let him fall asleep in my bed, then I would put him in his bed. He would still wake up at like 4 am to get in bed with me or tell me that he has to pee. Either way, he was basically still in my bed.
But I said enough is enough. Camden is now in his bed. Oh it wasn't easy. There was spanking, yelling and screaming, and the guilt trip he tried to put on me. Oh the things he would say when I left him in that room.... "But mommy I want you", "can you please sing me my song", "I just want you to fall asleep with me", "mommy I miss you", "going to sleep in my bed makes my stomach hurt", "can we cuddle mommy"😩😩😩 I pretty much lost it. It was the hardest thing ever.
But I'm proud to say that each night has gotten easier. No one night has been perfect yet but we are making huge progress. WISH ME LUCK!