My baby finally fell asleep. I still nurse her a few times a day, especially at night because she goes to sleep really zen when she falls asleep this way. She goes into a kind of trance and then flips over in her back asleep. At this point I wish I could just go to sleep beside her keeping her warm. She's big enough I dont worry about crushing her anymore, but somehow she's more active asleep than some people are awake. On her back, arms flailing, flipping to tummy with her butt in the air, back to her side, boob is here nurse for a while, punch me in the face... you get the idea. Its sad though because I looked forward to waking up with her in the morning. The few times she hasn't made my eyes water by head butting my nose in her sleep the mornings were great.
As you might have guessed I don't like being wacked in my sleep as I'm a light sleeper by nature. So off to the crib I go with her carefully so she doesn't wake up.
She senses me laying her down and starts to cry. Awake again, I head back to the bedroom where Terry is asleep on the easy to get into side if the bed.
I have to exit the mattress on my side via the foot of the bed because we pushed the bed against the wall so Dagny wouldn't fall off the bed accidentally. It sucks for me with my in and out of bed all night thing, but really makes the 8x8 closet we sleep in roomy.
So I crawl on my knees up onto and across the bed with an upset little girl. Dang, Terry sleeps like a rock. How can he sleep through all this commotion?
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