9.02.2005
We didn't start out planning to cosleep with Jason. It just happened. He slept in a crib in our room since our 4 bed, 2.5 bath was already full to bursting. At about 10 months, he gradually snuck into our bed, first just to fall asleep, then he would wake up when moved, then I got used to it and well now, we don't have a snuggly cuddly baby powder smelling bundle between us, we have a half grown, talkative and VERY inquisitive little boy sprawled between us.
Part of this is me, every time he sleeps somewhere else (which is maybe 2 nights a year) I can't sleep. Now, though, one of the big boys (Matt Henry) has moved out, we have an open bedroom and it's Jason's turn to move on up to a big boy bed. I was dragging my heels a little, until 2 nights ago:
It's about 10:30. John and I are feeling sad over the events in New Orleans, begin to count our blessings and well, then that leads to some appreciation of each other. Or more specifically, each other's body parts. Now, showing your appreciation with a near 3 year old in your bed is tricky. So, John maneuvers over Jason and lay down next to me. Within 5 minutes there are hoarse, broken hearted sobs from the other side of John and Jason crying "I want da middle BACCCKKK!!". So, John moves and Jason gets the middle back. We wait a half hour to make sure he's asleep and then John gets up, walks around the bed and slides in on the other side of me. We're going to be slick and get this done, pronto.
"Where's my daddy at?"
"Uh, in the bathroom."
"I go get him."
So John does a quick crab walk back to his side of the bed, begins to soothe the kid and we wait some more. At this point, I'm overwhelmed with shame at the thought that I am even considering carnal pleasure with my young child in my bed. Then I realize it's either that or we will soon (very soon) be having less sex than the geeky boy you knew in high school physics class. So I start laughing.
"Mommy, no waffin! I try to sweep!"
I still keep giggling, the whole situation seemingly so absurd, that I would never have imagined myself at 39 sleeping with a 2 year old and being celibate.
"Mommy, you haffa hold me to sweep."
Ahhh, ok. Celibacy ain't so bad.
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