A few weeks ago, we stopped by Matilda's future day-care providers to hand over a check and secure a spot. All the women wanted to see the baby we call Small. One asked how I was sleeping. *nudge nudge wink wink* "It's hard, huh?" I told her that it was tiring, but not so bad because Matilda and I had worked out a side-lying co-sleeping middle-of-the-night nursing routine that was working very well. She heard "She's sleeping in bed with us" and said *tsk tsk* "Gotta put a stop to that!" I'll admit I was...ashamed? Chastized? I made a mental note to gloss over the "co-sleeping" part of our nightime ritual in future conversations.
But yesterday, we woke up with a 5 week old baby between us pursing her lips and flapping her arms and looking back and forth from one of us to the other with big blue eyes. It was like waking up in the middle of Christmas. Like warm chocolate chip cookies in a feather bed with puppies and kittens and warm clothes fresh out of the dryer. It was really, really great. I changed her diaper and outfit in our bed so I didn't have to ruin the moment by taking her to her room.
WE CO-SLEEP. We don't want to do it when she's 18, but she's 5 weeks old! I want a lot more of those mornings, and those mornings don't happen with a baby this small unless she spends the night with you.
