I didn’t ever plan to co-sleep with my first baby. When I gave birth, we had a crib waiting for him at home, complete with Winnie the Pooh-themed sheets. But the thing was used for at most a couple of hours. On our first night home from the hospital, I diligently woke up every hour and a half for 40-minute feedings — then realized I valued my sleep too much to keep that up. So my son joined us in bed, where I could feed him practically in my sleep, and eventually, the crib got folded up and given away.
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