Years ago, we got home a king-sized bed. Not even a queen-sized one, mind, but a king-sized one.
When it was time to choose a bed for our home, we chose a huge one so that it could comfortably accommodate the baby (when it arrived!), baby’s Amma, and baby’s Appa.
The situation today is that the king-sized bed is good enough only for Madame Bubboo. Either the OH or I sleep in whatever little space is left over after Madame sleeps, curled like a pretzel, hanging on for dear life. The other one of us – either the OH or I – have resorted to sleeping in the spare bed, pulled over on the floor. The OH and I take turns at this game.
Whoever sleeps with Bubboo is treated to a full night of kick-boxing, for free. They also have the privilege of patting her when she wakes up in the night (which is at least twice, daily), feeding her, and rocking her back to sleep. The other one wakes up and helps out in the entire process. No one has the privilege of complaining of sleep deprivation – it is a given in our household for the last one year.
Babies are tiny, yes, but the space they take up in bed is inversely proportional to their size. If you are planning for a baby, do keep this very crucial fact in mind, will you? Bracing yourself for a lot of kicks and punches on every part of your body well in advance will go a long way, too. Oh, and the strength babies pack in into their kick-boxing moves is inversely proportional to their size, as well.