Saturday, July 2, 2011
But I have to share our short stint of family bed-din' it. While we were at the lake, Harper had a bad night and woke up at 2am just plain unhappy. She was in the room with Jared and me in the Pack n' Play so of course, we were both up with her. I'd pick her up, get her settled down, she'd fall asleep and the minute I'd set her back down in the PnP, those eyes would fly open and the hollering would start up again. Jar and I took turns and after almost an hour, it was pretty clear that she wasn't going back in the PnP so I crawled back into bed with the girl in my arms, spooned up to my little Squirrel and she remained happily in the land of dreams.
Now, I totally see the comfort of having that warm little body all snuggled up to you, feeling the slight up and down of her chest as those sweet sleep breaths go in and out, having those soft little hands wrap around your fingers as she slumbers away...I was feeling very maternal. That is until I realized my child is a violent sleeper. When she shifts positions, it's an all out spasm. Arms go flying in every direction, feet kick out and there's a full body twist. And she's LOUD. I knew this but she likes to moan in her sleep. She's also a heavy breather. I'd start to drift off myself, only to be smacked in the face by those sharp little claws or kicked in the stomach. Who knew a 17 pounder could cause me to flinch???
Needless to say, I had her on my side of the bed for about 2 hours and then woke my husband up saying, "Your turn." The next morning, we both looked a little zombified while the Squirrel proceeded to giggle with delight since she'd had only had a brief interruption to her restful night of sleep.
So to Harper's future husband, I hope you plan on owning a king sized bed. You're going to need it!