The decision to co-sleep with my children wasn’t so much a decision as it was a gradual wearing down of my resolution not to co-sleep with my children. I was thoroughly and adamantly against the idea before I even got pregnant. I had seen Supernanny, people. I was under the assumption that that once your kids came into bed with you they wouldn’t leave until they were off to college. Turns out, my resolution not to co-sleep wasn't as strong as my love of actual sleep, and I went through all the stages of not planning to co-sleep that inevitably end up with your baby in your bed anyway. Sorry I'm not sorry, I guess.
Honestly, this non-decision ultimately turned out to be a really excellent non-choice-turned-wonderful-decision for me and my family. Everyone agrees, including my youngest (at least I assume my youngest would agree if she could speak in sentences longer than three words). Now that our babies aren't "babies" anymore, my partner and I have our bed (mostly) to ourselves again, barring some occasional cuddles after nightmares or during illnesses.
We look back on the time we shared our queen-sized bed with (at one point) two little kids fondly and thankfully. Perhaps it goes without saying that we also laugh at the complete 180 we’ve done from the days when we said co-sleeping was completely out of the question and something we would "never do" because there's no way we would be "those people." (What can I say? We were unknowing and judgmental. No, it's not a good look.) We'll chuckle at the non-choice we made and how it call came to pass, which looked a little something like this: