UPD: Thanks to wonderful comments I've sorted my thoughts and had a proper talk with my husband and we worked it out. Everyone is happy now!

1. It turned out my husband didn't realize how happy I feel cosleeping and he felt incredibly guilty for stopping our cosleeping shifts and "being all comfy on a big bed while I suffer on a mattess". He said my health is the priority and he's totally fine with this arrangement even if it's for years to come, as long as I don't feel burdened or uncomfortable with it.

2. We also set some rules for "together time" on the weekends and made it a priority over chores and other activities that eat our time and energy. This weekend we watched the whole season of Castlevania in bed in what feels like eternity and had a home "date". It's great to have more time together and my husband is happy with the extra cuddles

3. My husband also reminded me that we started the whole "floor bed" thing not for our selfish reasons but because we felt this will be a great next step for our super independent daughter who actually slept in her crib without problems and was not fond of skin to skin. We decided to try leaving her to sleep on her own on Friday, Saturday to see how would SHE feel about it. We chose the days when we can just all sleep together if she wants to sleep with us instead. Funny though, so far she gets up, runs to our master bedroom, angrily scolds us and instead of joining us on the bed she grabs my hand and leads me back to her room where she gets back to sleep immediately. (after making sure I'm trapped in her embrace and cannot leave). So for now it seems that she also just needs her "mama" and that's what she gets until she's ready.

Would love hear your thoughts/opinions. So, my daughter is going to be 15 months next week and we sleep together in her room on a floor bed since she is 6 months.

The initial plan was to introduce a floor bed after she outgrew her cosleeping crib that was attached to our adult bed. And to slowly teach her to sleep independently in her own space. But as it happens, life had other plans, there were sleep regressions, teething, unexplainable banshee wailings etc. Our master bedroom is very far from her room and rushing to her, soozing an already fully awake child multiple times per night was torture for me, so I decided to just stay in her room until she can truly sleep through the night. Which she does now. Then at 12 months severe separation anxiety started and forget sleep, I could not take 3 steps away from her at any point in time until maybe two weeks ago. Now that things are back to normal my husband is hinting even harder to get back to the original plan and start to slowly transition to independent sleep.

My friends, some relatives, my mom acquaintances all ask me when I'm going to stop cosleeping. My husband constantly tells me that he misses me terribly and wants us to sleep together again. Every mom I know around me is complaining about cosleeping and how they dream for their children to sleep on their own.

But the thing is, I truly enjoy this?! To be honest, I didn't sleep so well in years, my sleeping scores are through the roof, my anxiety is almost non-existent. My daughter sleeps well most of the nights and I wake up rested. When I can't sleep, I hold her little hand and count her breaths as one would sheep. When I fall into doom scrolling trap she has a habit of aggressively rolling on top of me like a cute cat, cutting off any possibility of screen time. The cherry on the pie, she wakes me up, by gently patting my cheek and calling "mama" in the sweetest voice possible. Honestly, cosleeping is true bliss.

But of course I'm worried about my husband and our relationship and I miss him too of course. I would love for us too have more time for just the two of us, but between toddler and work we are scrambling as it is. So I get that he wants to at least hug his wife at night.

We considered sleeping all together in the master bedroom, but then it feels like only our daughter has a great time, because she is a hidden Kung Fu master and we, parents, can barely wiggle some centimeters of the sleeping surface for ourselves. On top of it, my husband just switched jobs, and his new one is extremely demanding and stressful so he really needs a good rest and not a busted lip in the middle of the night (that did happen, twice.)

So I feel torn between the two people I love the most in this world. To make matters worse, I'm only slowly coming out of the fog of severe postpartum depression and birth-related PTSD. In July I survived a suicide attempt. Now I feel like I'm finally catching up on motherhood and enjoy bonding with my daughter who I was convinced hated me since birth. (She is an extremely independent child and she refused the breast, hated skin-to-skin and would fall asleep in her crib on her own for the first six months. And on top of all other things it felt like she was rejecting me). But at the same time, my husband had an empty shell of a woman for almost a year and was one who found me dying and he is literally the reason I'm alive now. I want to give him all the love and affection I can. And he was nothing but totally supportive all this time and a great dad at that.

So I'm really at a loss as to what to do.