2005.06.19 - not so much in the nighttime -
Everett was a "reverse cycler," and even today, we spend much of our night together. As I'm sitting here now, he's sleeping on the couch a few feet away.
But Truman is different. Sure, he'll come to bed with me at the drop of a hat. But we've been spending lots of time apart. He sleeps well in his cradle, to the point where I'm almost starting to believe what so many "old wives" say: babies sleep better alone.
(Of course then there's the logical theory that, if adults like to sleep with someone else...why wouldn't the vulnerable cuddly kids? But that's an argument for a different day.)
He amazes me by sleeping long, long stretches of time...four, five hours, alone. When he's in bed with me, or on my lap, I'm lucky to get one solid hour out of him.
A more rational woman would decide to put him to sleep in his cradle every time, she'd get up after nursing him at night to put him back to bed. But I'm not especially rational and I love a good cuddle, especially one from that tiny little boy who curls his arms up around his face in this specially baby way when he sleeps, and stretches in that independent-yet-vulnerable newborn way. I'm in love, and I just can't put love back to bed.
how can you put this cuddly little guy in his bed?