Attached.

For the first few weeks of his life, Ethan slept in the bed with us (despite the criticism I'd heard). I tried to put him down into a cosleeper that we were borrowing, but he just wouldn't sleep unless he was snuggled right up next to one of us. Around six weeks, he would sleep easy in the cosleeper, but when he woke up for a second nighttime/early morning feeding, around 4 or 5am, I would just put him in the bed with us. And he always napped with me, nestled into my arms, every morning. But right now, he's napping in his cosleeper by himself. I'm a little sad, knowing that while he used to only be able to sleep nestled in next to me, he's okay by himself now.

Cosleeping is a cornerstone of attachment parenting, something I've been doing some reading on. I had heard of AP before I was ever pregnant, having friends who follow the ideas. And we do a lot of 'techniques' (is that what you call them?). We cosleep, I breastfeed, we babycarry, we don't impose our schedule on him, but have allowed him to develop his own and we sort of fall into that. And so far, so good. I did have a fear of some of these things; so many people want to tell you that catering to an infant will spoil him, but I just don't buy it. Of course, as he gets older, some things will change, but I feel confident in my maternal instincts, that I'll just know how to raise my boy. I'm fortunate that I have a husband who believes the same things, so we support one another. I like being so attached.