Curiouser and curiouser

LPK now sleeps in a crib right next to our bed. The fact of the matter is that, while I loved sleeping with him, he was getting much too moveable for his own good. I didn’t dare place him between myself and HH (to create natural railings) because my husband sleeps like the dead. He’s rolled over me before and I’m much bigger than the Barracuda.

Anyhow, I put the boy to bed last night and then went to sleep myself, I was tired, but not drop dead exhausted. HH stayed up to work on some computer project (aka our living room floor is currently covered with spare computer parts). A few hours later I woke up because LPK was crying. My husband still hadn’t come to bed, but the baby was lying on the bed right next to me.

I honest-to-goodness cannot figure out how he came to be there. I was curled around him like I always do when we sleep together, so my body was aware that he was there. I obviously wasn’t nursing him and I have absolutely no recollection of bringing him to bed. I was so puzzled I got up to nurse him in my glider and pondered the mystery for a solid half-hour. I finally came to the conclusion that he must have been crying and HH put him in bed with me. But, he swears he didn’t.

This morning I wondered if I had dreamt the whole thing.

So weird. And a little scary. I don’t want to sleep carry my baby places…

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