She had a five-year-old, a toddler just past sixteen months, and another baby due before the summer’s end. It wasn’t always easy—but she knew from experience that safe, comfortable bed sharing was completely possible.
When her second was born, their nights took on a rhythm of their own. The baby slept closest to her, then her older daughter—almost four at the time—snuggled between her and her husband. A bed rail guarded one edge, and she followed the safe sleep guidelines to the letter. The newborn often slept on her chest, or nestled in a protective cuddle curl, always turned away from the sibling.
It was a setup rooted in intention and instinct. Each night, the bed became a shared space of safety and connection, carefully arranged but full of softness. She didn’t fear the closeness—she trusted it. And with baby number three on the way, she knew: there would always be room for everyone.