Ok, this is the worst thing in the world to admit (even worse than the fact my kid still uses a bottle), but Otis still sleeps in our bed.
I’ll wait for you to finish judging me.
Honestly, it works for us, and unless Mark is lying to me we’re both on board with co-sleeping. The only problem is that I’ve become my son’s teddy bear.
Normally, Otis sleeps beautifully. All through the night. But the other night he woke up screaming, like he was having a bad dream. He wailed, he screamed, he never opened his eyes. We tried everything to soothe him when I noticed that his arms were stretched out like he wanted a hug.
I had become my kid’s teddy bear. He was holding me like he owned me. The ultimate in parental embarrassment. Not only did he have 1/3 of my bed, he considered me his toy.
The worst part? I went ahead and fell asleep like that because a) anything is better than screaming and b) spontaneous baby hugs in the middle of the night won’t last forever. I’m treasuring the hellz out of these moments.
Any precious moments you want to remember forever?