I know. Judge if you'd like, but we co-sleep with the babies. No, not because of some crap I read in a book about co-sleeping and its supposed benefits but because I'm tired. I started doing it with Jameson because I just couldn't keep waking up 3 or 4 times per night to nurse the kid after the first 5 or 6 weeks. Jameson and I never had an incident; however, I do remember once waking up in the middle of the night to catch him before he rolled off the edge. Unfortunately, I am sad to say that Truman broke our safety streak this morning.
At about 5:30 a.m., I heard a head conk against the wooden step we have laying next to my side of the bed. I then hear a baby roll onto the floor, cry for about 3 seconds, then silence. I dart out of bed scoop him up, and yell at James. In my eternal clumsiness, I then rush toward the bathroom and trip on a chair on my way there. Don't worry. I caught myself on the loveseat before hitting the ground with my already injured baby.
I turn on the light, and there he is, just smiling back at me. He has
a red mark on the likely impact site, but he is totally alert and happy (no surprise there). I apologize to him about 100 times, and James scolds me about letting them sleep in the bed. I acknowledge my negligence, but I also inform him that I cannot get up 7 or 8 times per night to feed the twins and get them back to bed. I promise not to let them sleep on the outer edge, and I will limit the sleeping capacity to 1 baby in the bed at any time.
Two hours later, I am awake and thankful that my baby is okay and back to sleep. I am blessed a million times over, and we are all so lucky.
1 comment:
You are definitely not alone there. Glad he's okay and everyone survived :). Good luck with the cribs!
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