Neither my husband, nor I, was raised in co-sleeping homes and it just didn't seem to fit our lifestyle. I was never against it; I just knew it wasn't for us. My daughter slept in our room in a bassinet for the first few weeks, but after that, sleeping was reserved for our separate rooms. And it worked. Until it didn't.
When I look at me, I see a woman; a woman whose present version is inclusive of the woman she use to be. The woman who had a career that didn't involve baby wipes, who once enjoyed wearing heels and ridiculous amounts of eye makeup, who spent an hour straightening her hair, and who thought the best accessory was the perfect handbag.
Parenting Expert?" The term is like fingernails on a chalkboard to me. It's almost like telling someone you've memorized the way a specific pile of leaves appears. Sure, it may look a certain way now, but at any given moment, a gust of wind will completely change that, and you'll be back at square one.