We chose from the beginning not to co-sleep. I worked for the Department of Child Services Child Abuse Hotline at the time Theo was born and every child death had to be reported to us. Every unexpected infant death was investigated as a possible abuse/neglect case. We received a startling number of these reports. So the decision, for me, was largely about safety. I did not want me & my baby to become a statistic. I didn't know what I was getting into - how easy it would be to roll over on an infant, etc. I didn't know I would sleep lighter than I'd ever imagined for 2 years after becoming a mother...yowzer, that sucked, but is not the point here. (Disclaimer: That's not to say we didn't doze off during a nursing session and succumb to the exhaustion more than a couple of times during those very early, sleep-deprived weeks. Being a real parent and not just a lady that worked for DCS, I realize that those suffocations usually involve an altered state due to drug use, alcohol, or some other risk factor that did not pertain to us. But notice that I did say USUALLY. Not always. This is still a strong argument for not co-sleeping with an infant).
My decision was not solely based on safety. Someone I knew allowed their child to sleep with them from the beginning and that worked out fine for them. But I knew it wouldn't work for me. It turned into a situation where the child
So we were determined from the beginning to a.) not smother our baby and b.) have our grown up bed to our grown up selves.
Do I regret our decision? Not really. Sometimes. Occasionally. No, not really. Sorry. I had to sort that out in my head for a second.
The only time I regret it is when those cute snuggly little bears do actually crawl into our beds and fall asleep in my arms. They learned to sleep in their beds from the beginning - not to say we didn't rock them, etc. Gah I sound so cruel and cold. WE ARE VERY LOVING, okay? Anyway, they learned to sleep in their beds early on so they don't seem to need that closeness to fall asleep now that they are 1 & 3. However, there is the random occasion when this happens and all I can do is stare at their sweet, peaceful faces and soak it all in. I let my mind wander off to consider what life would be like if we had let them sleep with us all this time. Would they be more snuggly now? They wouldn't sleep with us forever, after all. Childhood goes by so quickly and the years are short, even when the days and nights are long.
Then, while I'm kissing a baby-smooth forehead and smelling a head full of silky hair, the thought starts creeping into my mind, should I have let him sleep with us? Is he going to think this is how it's going to be from now on? Don't worry, I'm able to snap out of it and enjoy the moment. Unfortunately, these moments are all too rare. I'll have to enjoy our snuggles on the couch and before bedtime because these boys are not even interested in sleeping with mom and dad 364 days a year.
Ultimately, I do not have any regrets. We've been lucky in the sleep department for the most part and this lifestyle works for our family. And that's all that matters.