Two nights ago, Ivan woke up at 3:30 a.m. He was unconsolable and wide awake. He didn't want milk, he didn't want calm down and fall back to sleep. He didn't really want us to walk him around. He didn't want to lay in the bed with us but would quickly scurry off the bed to run around and play like it's 6 a.m.
Finally, after an hour of calming him, chasing him and trying to settle him down, we succeeded.
Andy hugged him and calmed him down. He laid between us in the bed and fell asleep.
That was the first time he slept between us.
It was sooo precious.
And Mariposa, of course, was at my feet.
A big bed cuddle.
Except I got the raw deal, actually a more raw deal than I usually get with Mariposa. Mariposa, on a good night, sleeps at my feet, which means I can't really stretch my legs out, which makes me feel not so fresh and rested in the morning. On a bad night, she positions herself on my side of bed. If I can wake her up, I push her out of my space and slide in. But on nights, when she's immovable, I simply give up and got to the spare bedroom (where I have a bed all to myself and can stretch out as much as I like.) Andy finds my Mariposa bed woes funny.
But this early morning when Ivan slept between us, he also really slept with me on my side of the bed, his little face next to mine. And I didn't dare to move for the fear of waking him up. So in addition to not being able to stretch out vertically, I couldn't even stretch out horizontally and unwedge my clothes.
But it was all worth it...to have Mr. Meh with us.
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