Last night I kept Foxy in my bed from the start. It was an experiment to see if we could both sleep a little better. I have to admit, being away from her all day, I loved having her in my bed. I loved watching her slowly drift off into dreamland while I watched television. I loved holding her little paw (yes that’s what I call them) while she snorted and grunted. It was like bonus time that I wasn’t used to.
That’s pretty much where the love ended.
Foxy was laid up in my bed like it was HER bed and she was doing ME a favor by allowing me to sleep there! All through the night she kept scooting closer and closer to me. By the time the morning came, I was damn near sleeping on my night stand. And you know that cute kicking thing she does to my gooey middle when I am changing her diaper? Yeah, she did that all through the night. In her sleep. Kicking and scooting. And snoring. And hogging the bed.
Still, I think I am a little more rested this morning than normal. It helped not having to traipse back and forth between our two beds fifty-leven times. It also helped that I could just feel for the pacifier with my eyes closed and shove it gently place it back in her mouth. Oh and when she wanted to nurse it was great. I would just hoist one of my tig oles in her mouth and then drift back off to sleep. She would fall asleep on her own after her tummy got full.
So I think I will do the co-sleeping thing for a couple of weeks and see how it works out. I just need to figure out how to let her know it’s MY bed and I deserve at least 40 percent of the space.