I’ve co-slept with my daughters since they were born. It was just easier on me, the first one being brestfed and the second one using a bottle, they were both easier. Plus I have always been a worry wart and would spend the night traveling back and forth from crib to bed.
Ever since we moved into our house out of our apartment, and the girls got their kick ass bunk bed in their room, they’ve been sleeping a majority of nights in there.
Occasionally though, we’ll get an overnight visitor who manages to push us both over in the middle of the night and always steal the very best pillows.
These are the mornings I call my bad breath mornings. Both of the girls, specifically Truly, suffer from a case of horrible bad morning breathe. I want to say they get it from their father, but I’d be
too embarrassed lying to say that maybe there’s a 1% chance they also get it from me.
Did I really just say that?
The best part? The girls both like to sleep next to me, so that means one on each side. And that means I wake up to a bed of 3 people, all stinking up the bedroom with last night’s dinner.
It’s one of those mornings. Yeah I went there.