As a co-sleeping, still nursing mother of a nearly 11-month old boy, I often feel out of step with the culture around me. In so many ways, my community reinforces its opinion that my choices are aberrant and I will regret them later. The “norm” is too separate baby from mom as soon as possible by getting her off the breast and into her own bed to teach her independence. I just can not accept that logic. I see my son—the product of these choices and he’s flourishing and happy. He’s strong and healthy, curious and playful. Because I have to work 40 hours a week outside the home, why does my culture pressure me to further separate myself from him, especially at night? I was telling a friend recently that Isa has become very attached to me, so much so that if he sees me in the room, he’ll crawl over blocks and toys and clamber up the edge of my chair to get at me, arms outstretched, babbling, “ma ma ma ma ma” the whole time. I meant this as a good thing because he’s connected to me and seeks me out for comfort, a smile, a cuddle. But she immediately assumed I was complaining and the look I got was, “Well what do you expect when you’re still breastfeeding/co-sleeping/essentially “babying” him.” I get uncomfortable when people ask me how long I “plan” on breastfeeding and how long I “plan” on letting him sleep in our bed. But Isa is not a project on a planed schedule—he’s a growing human animal and as far as I can tell, he’s thriving from the kind of contact our pre-historic ancestors enjoyed before the advent of split-level ranches that produced the artificial luxury of even having another room to cart baby off to. Look, I’m not saying that my way’s the Supreme Right way, but it is the right way for us, for now–I think. I mean, I’m not perfect. We’re feeling our way through this and we’re doing what instinctually feels right, making mistakes along the way. Right now our challenge is trying to cut back on the night nursing because little man Isa is going through a phase of hyper night-nursing which is no good for his teeth and no good for mommy getting any sleep! But just because we’re experiencing some difficulty with the cosleeping arrangement right now doesn’t mean I have to call into question the whole operation. The truth is, we’ve had nearly 11 months of good nights’ sleep and a happy, fat baby to boot.