My wife and I bed hop. No, not like that. Rather, we hop from our big bed to a toddler bed to a mattress on the floor of the living room. We hop from kid to kid, from the toddler to the baby and back. We stumble past each other in the night carrying our children, each of us sleeping in as many as three different beds on any given night. You see, we co-sleep. And co-sleeping is hard.
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I tossed my last pack of birth control pills into the garbage and carefully lined up bottles of prenatal vitamins and folic acid pills. "So, are we officially trying now?" asked my husband. "Not yet," I said, even though I was itching to get started. Public knowledge indicated that there would never be a perfect time to get pregnant. There would always be bills. Lack of space. Job instability. But we figured that we could at least plan for nearly perfect.
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Three years ago, my wife and I fled what we had hoped would be the idealistic suburban life. The idyll, however, was far from what we had hoped for. Now, I'm on nine months of paid parental leave with our 15-month-old son. I wouldn't call our arrangement a role reversal, exactly. Rather, we're co-parenting.
When you're the stay-at-home mother of an infant, you spend almost no time alone, and thinking goes out the window, unless you count anxious fretting over when to start solid foods and how to persuade the baby to go down for a nap. It's unclear to me now why I imagined this wouldn't be a difficult adjustment.
Our children do no like it when we fight. They try to convince us that it doesn't matter how you load the dishwasher. We bark at them to stay out of it. My husband and I get back to the argument. Voices get louder, comments get meaner and nobody backs down. So who comes first here? Your kids or your marriage?
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Other women had it. Even my husband had it: the desire to spawn. Yup. It's true: my husband wanted kids more than I did. Wanted them in the way it seemed other (normal?) women did, with a longing, a yearning, a confidence that parenthood was vital to adult life. Me? I figured we'd have a pretty good life either with children or without.