I sleep alone. YEAH with nobody else…
And it’s not because I prefer to be by myself.
Sometimes I wake up to this:
And sometimes I wake up to this:
This summer, Sunshine slept with me every night she had to get up early for work so I could wake her up, yet somehow she’s managed to get up all by herself in college.
When Sunshine was born I had zero help so she slept with us. It was easier for feeding and I got more sleep. As she got older she was harder and harder to get out of there.
When Moonshine was born I went the complete opposite way but somehow as they were able to get out of their own beds, they all seemed to migrate to mine. The swooper hated it but I liked having my babies so close. And I can guarantee I wouldn’t like who was in my bed with him when I wasn’t there.
And how could you not want to wake up to this?? Have you no heart, Swooper? That’s rhetorical.
But I don’t recommend it. In fact, when my BFF was having a baby shower and looking for advice, the only thing I could think of was, Don’t let them sleep with you. As cuddly as they are, I still think it’s a bad habit to get into. But sometimes the cuddling is nice, and I wouldn’t change even one of those nights.