Do you remember how your parents put you to bed?

[Heaven]

I remember my parents always putting me to bed until I was in my teens I think!! They would come into my room and kiss me goodnight and turn the light off. Never said goodnight and went to bed by myself, it felt so lonely!! So I will remember to always do that with my kids, until they're too old and protest, lol. And I remember running in and jumping in their bed in the morning for a cuddle.

[Daydream Believer]

I never slept in my parents bed, but I was scared of my dad lol
Mum used to read us a story before bed & if we had nightmares she'd come in and rub our backs or stomachs until we fell asleep

[Rouge]

I was never allowed to sleep in my parents bed. I can still remember crying myself to sleep when I was about 2 or 3, and I had this little pillow I used to cradle and I remember it got all soggy, I can still remember the smell (I know this sounds strange) of the tears on my pillow and the cracks of light coming through the strange little window from the bathroom that was near my room. I can also remember the pattern on the blanket. I don't remember bedtimes being an overly joyous or warm time in my house, I have a few memories of reading with my dad but that was very short lived.

I love the memories I am creating with my kids though Cuddles in the rocking chair, singing lullaby's, story time, fairy lights, midnight cuddles in our bed.

[Aimz]

Another memory I have is of my mum stroking my hair until I fell asleep.

As a child (and even now) I suffered from severe migraines where, more often than not, I would end up in hospital from dehydration caused by vomiting. Mum would sit there with me for hours, sometimes days, stroking my hair and singing to me. I think I might ring her now and tell her what I remember - it will make her smile

[Ca Plane Pour Moi]

Alone. Sometimes I'd sneak a book in with me. I had my teddy so I didn't need my mother - even when I had a nightmare. I remember crying myself to sleep too and yes, it does have a certain smell to it! And my parents being noisy downstairs but shouting at us to go to sleep when we couldn't!

My sister would be allowed to go into Mum's bed but not me - I guess my sister needed it more. I think I was told off once (age about 6) and that means don't do it ever again, my sister would persevere more.

When I was little we had bedtime stories, but that stopped when we were both at school, maybe a bit before for me. But when my sister was at school I was 7 and reading things like Famous Five all by myself so it was easier to just let me read alone.

[Astrid]

I remember often waking up in my mother's bed, could never remember how or when I got there. From what I can gather mum slept better with me there (she was single most of my childhood). Can't really remember how I got to sleep, just that when I was 5 or 6 bedtime was after the Sullivans.

[~Trish~]

My mum always tucked us into bed with lots of cuddles, a story and a prayer

I spent many a night climbing into her single bed when I was afraid, it was so squishy with the two of us that she'd wait until I fell asleep and then hop out and sleep in my top bunk bed LOL.

My mum was such a safe place for me, very important because I didn't have a dad to protect me.

[fionas]

Mum says that as a baby I wouldn't go to sleep so she used to let me stay up until she went to bed - at about midnight!!! Mum's a night owl and I am too, even now. I can be buggered all day but will miraculously then be wide awake at 10pm.

I don't remember sleeping in my parents' bed but I'm sure they would have let me if I wanted to because they let their 8-year-old grandson sleep with them when he visits!

I do remember mum reading me stories while I was in bed until I was old enough to read on my own and then I'd do the usual toddle off to bed without a fuss because I knew I could then stay up till all hours with a torch under the blankets.

So for me going to bed did not mean sleep, it meant reading. And that was a very, very difficult habit to break.

[meow]

Aww... some lovely memories. And also some very strong sad memories- good on you girls for changing things for your children.

When I was 12 I think the puberty hormones hit me hard and I went through a stage of nightmares and bed wetting. I used to hop into my Mum's bed (divorced then) but she made me feel really unwelcome so I stopped doing it. Instead I would lie in my room wishing soooo badly to hop into her bed and feel safe. It always makes me aware of how parents may think the cosleeping thing has been 'fixed' but have no idea that it's not fixed at all and instead their child is actually suffering. I don't want to do that.