A reminder of the good ol' days

Apparently teething means waking up (at least) every single hour in our house. But I'm not referencing the newborn stage in the title of this post - I'm talking about when I was young.

When Debbie and I were little - probably before we started school, but old enough to have clear memories - we used to crawl into bed with my mom in the middle of the night [dad worked nights then]. The first one in slept next to mom, and the second one in slept across the foot of the bed (sometimes we used mom's bum as a pillow!).

Last night, I got up to grab a diaper for Joseph, but he'd fallen back asleep before I got back so I wasn't going to wake him. Well, he'd managed to take up my ENTIRE side of the bed. Grr. I knew if I moved him he'd wake up to nurse and get his diaper changed, and given my chomped-upon nipples I'm avoiding extraneous nursing. So what's a girl to do? I briefly considered going to sleep on the couch, but that seemed mean to ditch T.J. in the middle of the night. Instead, I assumed the foot position.

I'm actually much too large now to sleep across the bottom of the bed, so I was sort of L-shaped since Joseph only took up the top half of my spot. It was not very comfortable, and I had to change directions once, but it was another hour that my baby slept instead of being awake fussing.

The things moms do for their kids!

And really, can I demand that we upgrade to a king from our lowly full-size bed? I can't wait till we do that. Joseph couldn't take up half of a king-sized bed for at least another two months! Ha!