Lately there’s been a lot of this.
By “this” I mean our sweet little toddler has invaded our bed.
It’s not usually until the hours of 3-5 am but it’s happening. A lot.
I can’t decide if he knows what’s about to happen or if he’s realized I’m so exhausted that I won’t fight it. It’s easier to throw him in bed with us than fight him staying in his crib and getting him back to sleep.
Does he know that life’s about to really change? Like….really change?
He’s going from only child status to big brother. I won’t be able to give him my undivided attention 100% of the time. I won’t be able to hold him on my lap 24 hours a day 7 days a week because I’ll be nursing a new little milk guzzler. I won’t be able to do it all like I attempt to do right now.
Since his only child status changes sometime within the next 13 weeks I think I’ll cuddle him close. I’ll enjoy the sleepless nights to the best of my ability. I’ll embrace the kicks to the back and that constant chubby hand on my face.
I think I’ll just soak it all up. I’ll soak up every single sleepless night in a comfy bed with my two favorite guys.