Three In The Bed

And the biggest one said "is she ever going to sleep in her own cot, or...?"

Welcome to Baby Brain, a space where I - Charlotte, hi! - write about my life as a mother of three small children - Poppet (m, 4 years), Pickle (m, 2 years) and Peach (f, 6 months.) Those are not their real names. These are real stories from our days.

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My favourite thing about co-sleeping - not that you asked - is being within touching distance of my daughter's little hands when she decides, at several points in her slumber, that she requires a good long stroke of mummy's arm. She does it often, moving her soft, squidgy palms up and down sometimes rhythmically, sometimes erratically, in what I think is an attempt to self soothe - something I know might sound nonsensical on the surface as the term ‘self soothing’ implies no need for outside input, but we're old enough to know that self soothing is bullshit so it all worked out in the end. (I for one still can’t part with the teddy bear I slept with for years and if the same fate is to come of my arms, well, so be it. Lop them off and take them to uni with you Peach, I’ll have no need for them once you’re gone.)