Im listening to Ry breathe; his rhythm. Im nostalgic, thinking about how many times I thought maybe I shouldnt have chosen to co-sleep. And yet, I dreaded the moment he got his new pirate ship bed, and made excuses for him to still be with me. I wouldnt trade a single moment of butt in my face, random socks to my eyeballs, and feet kicking my back. In fact, the reality and fear that I might not ever have that again made me want to make sure I had it for as long as I could. 2.5 years, almost 3, Ive had a tiny human take over my California King bed. Seriously, he takes up the whole dang thing. And if I move, he moves with me- must have mommy within sleep-jitsu range :) Its just the two of us. I so love having the moments when he snuggles into me and says RyRy wuv mama. I love the moments when we are waking up and hes peeling my eyeballs open just to smile a big smile at me and kiss my cheek. Almost 3 years...and it almost ended December 19th. Now, Im reminded to take in every single blissful moment that God has given me with this little boy who calls me mommy. I will eventually sleep again, in my bed, alone and no tiny feet doing the rumba on my spine. Until then, bring on the bruises and sore ribs. This mama has one courageous Ninja to snuggle every night for as long as he lets me. Cherish these times friends, they can change in the blink of an eye. I never really realized what that meant until a team of doctors walked into our hospital room...
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 09:07:30 +0000
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