All for the sake of convenience and sleep

Yesterday morning I was awakened by a warm hand petting my face. I opened my eyes and there were these two bright blue eyes smiling at me, and then his head dive-bombed my chest. I guess it was time for breakfast, and in case you haven't figured it out, I am talking about Quinn, not Rob.
Today, I was awakened by a cold little punch in the eye, actually it was a couple of punches. They weren't on purpose of course, but Quinn was ready for daddy and I to wake up.
We don't usually have Quinn in bed with us. We are not the co-sleeping-type family. After I rock Quinn to sleep every night, he goes to his own crib in his own room and luckily, we don't usually hear from him until around 7:30 or 8 the next morning.
It's not that we are against co-sleeping, many people do it, but it's just not for us. For one thing, I wouldn't be able to sleep too well with Quinn in our bed for fear of rolling over on him. But I have to admit it would have made those 3 a.m. feedings a lot easier if I could have just laid in bed to do it. But for the most part I relish sharing my bed with just my husband, and some nights I don't even enjoy that, as we fight over the covers and who is taking up more of the bed.
So how did we break down? Well, it wasn't a complete break down, but a few mornings over the last little while, Quinn has decided to wake up around 6 a.m., which is much too early for us. So Rob goes into his room, I prepare a spot in our bed, and we snuggle with him until we all fall back to sleep for another couple of hours.
I'm sure we are creating a bad habit by bringing him into bed with us, but we, and more specifically I, just can't bring myself to become vertical at that hour to feed him and rock him back to sleep just for another hour of rest, those days are over. And besides, Quinn seems quite content to hang out with us in bed until his hunger gets the best of him.
I know, it sounds mean, I won't get up to feed my son, but if you have seen him lately, he certainly doesn't look like he misses a feeding, and of course if he was fussing and carrying on, I would feed him. Usually he just closes his eyes and dozes off to sleep again.
Isn't it funny how what you say you are or aren't going to do as parents, quickly goes out the window, all for the sake of convenience and more importantly, sleep.
As I said before, Rob and I are actually on the same page when it comes to parenting. We haven't had too many disagreements on what our principles are on raising our children, and so far we have only given in to a couple of things we said we never would.
Co-sleeping was one of them. I guess we just co-nap in the morning, it's not like Quinn's with us all night, except for the night the power went out for five hours and we were afraid he would get cold. Although, I think it was actually Quinn who was keeping us warm.
Our other ideal that went out the window was the introduction of the soother. When we created our baby shower registry we stood at the store looking at soothers, but I very quickly dismissed them, saying, no child of mine will be a soother baby. So we never put them on our registry. We got some soothers for shower gifts anyway, and I politely said thank you and stored them away in a drawer, all the while thinking I'm never going to use these. I think this frame of mind lasted maybe for a week after Quinn was born. He's a real sucker that son of ours, and the soother has been a Godsend. It is essential to our daily lives, and I can't tell you how many times during the day that Rob and I trip over each other in a panic trying to find the damn thing. Now look who the real suckers are.
And even though we have given in and are ready to admit to our faults, a cold punch to the face still isn't enough of a wake-up call to stop us from naively judging how others choose to raise their children. "We will never let our child do that" is still a part of our vocabulary.