The reasons I cosleep.

Dear Delilah,

Everyone has their opinions on every aspects of parenting & they aren’t afraid to shove them down your throat. It seems to me that when it comes to sleeping habits, every mom is different. I figured I’d share a few reasons why cosleeping has been a blessing for us. 

I can feel you breathing.

More than 2,000 babies die of SIDS every year. While you’re laying in your bassinet, crib, swing, etc. I can’t see or hear you breathing. I find myself staring intensely at your chest desperately watching for that rise & fall. Eventually I break & get up to confirm that you indeed are still breathing. When you’re cuddled up next to me I hear you breathing & with my eyes closed I’m able to feel you inhale & exhale. My fear is put to rest. 

I can keep you warm.

You cannot yet regulate your own temperature, I have always done that for you. When you’re sleeping on your own I constantly worry that you’re too cold or too hot. Many times I’ll pick you up & your hands & feet are cold but the rest of your body is warm. When your body is against mine, my body temperature alters to become what you need. If you’re cold, my body will heat up to provide the warmth you need. If you’re hot, my body temperature will drop to cool you down. Our bodies are quite literally made for this.

You’re breastfeeding.

If you’re sleeping on your own & wake up to nurse then I have to sit up, get you out of your bed, grab my nursing pillow, & manage to stay awake while you eat. Then attempt to transition you back to your bed, rocker, etc. without waking you up. YEAH RIGHT. So after about 4 attempts of getting you back to sleep & successfully on your own it has now been 3 hours & I’m miserable & on the verge of tears. OR if we’re cosleeping then I just feed you right there in bed & we both just fall right back to sleep laying down comfortably. 

We actually sleep.

When you sleep on your own, you wake up & realize I’m not there. You cry until I wake up & pick you up. This happens mulitple times throughout the night. When we cosleep, you cry once during the whole night & it’s just to nurse. If you wake up on your own, you fall right back to sleep in the warm comfort of mama’s arms. You sleep better, I sleep better. 

I can enjoy the little things. 

When you sleep alone, everything is harder. I’m losing sleep, my patience is wearing thin, & I wake up aggravated that I’m having to do so much when my body just needs rest. I get frustrated with you for demanding so much of me. I get frustrated with your father for making sleeping through the night look so peaceful. As I’m sitting up, having my nipples torn into & watching your dad sleep through it all, I’m on the brink of insanity. However, when we cosleep & nursing is easier, & we’re getting more rest, I can focus on the beauty of it all. I can feel your warm little body next to mine & appreciate every detail of your sweet little face. I can cuddle up to your father & appreciate how peaceful & beautiful he looks when he is sleeping. Cosleeping is like a snickers bar, & I’m not me when I’m tired. 

I love it.

There will come a time when you’re too cool to cuddle with mom. A time when hanging out in your bedroom with the door shut is your favorite place to be. However, right now you need me. Every piece of you craves the comfort that only I can provide for you, & I’m enjoying every second of it. After all, have you ever heard a mother say “I really wish that I would’ve loved on my kid less.”?

I lived 21 years without you but somehow I need you as much as you need me. 




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Childbirth is beautiful but there’s nothing pretty about it.

Dear Delilah,

I had a beautiful pregnancy; no morning sickness, no complications, few stretch marks, & average weight gain. But labor was Hell.

(My last belly pic) 

Towards the end of pregnancy many women want to induce their labor, I however was not one of them. I didn’t want to strip my membranes, insert primrose pills vaginally, stimulate my nipples, or eat dates. I wanted you to be ready. I wanted it to be the right time.

Now don’t get me wrong I did some walking & bounced on an exercise ball for a little while but that was more to get through the anxiety I was feeling. I was ready to be done lying in bed for hours every night over thinking every possible scenario.

The truth is, you can’t prepare yourself for childbirth. Trust me, I tried. I took the classes, read the articles, asked the doctors all the right questions but nothing can prepare you for your unique experience.

On your scheduled due date, April 1st, around 1pm I started having minor contractions. Your dad & I were in HEB so we continued to shop. After that we came home & I monitored my contractions for 12 hours before your Granny & Nana got here. Due to all my questioning I knew the doctors did not want to see me until my contractions were 3 minutes apart for 2 hours. Around 4am I was assessed & only dilated 4cm, this wasn’t enough to be admitted so they told me to come back in 2 hours.

We went to IHOP where I continued to have contractions every couple of minutes. The pain wasn’t unbearable but it was enough to keep me from being able to talk or move. At 6am, I was dilated to 6cm so they admitted me, after laboring for 17 hours.

Waitress: “Are you..?”

Me: “Yes. I’m in labor.”

They asked me my plans as far as pain meds & an epidural went, I told them I was winging it. I didn’t want to be set on one thing & let myself down. Once I was crying hysterically through every contraction, I broke & decided to get pain meds administered through my I.V. Within minutes I was knocked out. 

While I’m sure my body needed the break, the medication slowed down my contractions & laboring process. They woke me up with pitocin. This is just liquid pain that makes your body attempt to self destruct.

After 24 hours of laboring, I got an epidural. While most of that decision came from pain, they also promised to step in & get the ball rolling. They broke my water soon after that & I can honestly say the epidural allowed me a little while to breathe & remember what I was doing all of it for. I was able to look at the faces of the people I love around me & see that they were no longer having to cry through each contraction with me.

Then as you were decending, the pain was too low for the epidural to reach. We were in the home stretch. About 5pm, after 28 hours of laboring, it was finally time to push. Movies & Facebook videos can’t express the pain I felt. With your granny on one leg, your Nana on the other, & your dad taking care of me, I began to push. For about an hour I pushed & screamed. I needed an oxygen mask to breathe & they were using an ice pack & a wet towel to try to cool me down between pushing. I thought I was going to die, quite literally & I wanted to. At 5:57pm I heard everyone in the room scream as the midwife pulled you from my aching body. As they laid you on my chest I fell backwards, thinking any moment I would pass out from pain & exhaustion. But the pain subsided & the look in your dad’s eyes some how brought me back. I had done it. After 29 hours, it was over.

I wish someone would have told my terrified pregnant self not to fear the inevitable. Did I poop? Yes, I pooped with every push. I could smell it & I’m sure it was a sight to see. But I was pushing harder than I ever knew I could & I can’t blame my body for emptying out. Did I tear? Yes, I had a second degree vaginal tear. But my body birthed a whole human & I can’t blame it needing a little more space. Did I say things I didn’t mean? Yes, & I choked your dad once.. I’m sore & swollen. Using the bathroom looks like a murder scene (& the smell of blood is crippling), it hurts to sit up, or walk. But I’m healing. This pain is all going to subside & you know what? I look into your little eyes & I see how much I mean to you. One day I’m sure I’ll just be your lame mom, but right now I’m your life source. I’m your warmth & comfort. Your favorite voice & your safe place. Thank you sweet girl for making the pain melt away & bringing so much beauty & light into mine & your daddy’s lives.  

Delilah Rain

7lbs 12 oz

21.5 inches long.