On the 438th Night

Bed-share, co-sleep, family bed, whatever you want to call it,I sleep with my daughter.

That wasn’t my first plan. I had a book about “parent directed feedings” and getting your baby to sleep through the night at six weeks in their crib in another room.

Ba ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

Deep breath—

Ha ha ha ha ha ha…

Wipes the tears from my eyes…

Anyway, I’m not trying to open a can of worms with the whole co-sleeping thing. There’s a reason they make chocolate and vanilla.

My point is simply that I’m in a position to know.

On the 438th night, Avery started adjusting the bedding.

For 437 nights, she never touched the bedding. She never looked at it, never moved it. She did not seem to perceive its existence. If the blanket fell off her in the middle of the night, she appeared not to know the difference.

But suddenly on the 438th night, the bedding wasn’t right. As she was drifting off to sleep, she sat up with a frustrated cry and began bunching blankets around her. I would have helped but I had no idea what she was doing. Apparently, she got them to her liking, because then she plopped herself down on top of them and went right to sleep.


For some reason this fascinates me. How does a creature go from 437 nights of not even perceiving the bedding’s existence to suddenly having a preference for how it is arranged? Doesn’t it seem like this would be some sort of gradual process? Like first, she’d notice it, maybe play with it, tug at it, fuss to get someone else to adjust it, etc, and then gradually work up to handling things herself?

But no. On the 438th night, she suddenly had very specific ideas about the bedding.

On the 439th night, she fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

But on the 440th night, there was more bedding adjustments. She wrapped blankets around her waist and rolled around with them. She bunched them up and un-bunched them. She held them to her face and put them in her mouth.

Then she put one over her head just like a ghost and laid down.

I decided to give her a minute to fall asleep and then I’d make sure she was getting air.

But then she sat up, blanket still over her head like a perfect ghost.

And just sat there. And sat there. And sat there some more.

Eventually it struck me as so hilarious I lifted up the corner to have a peek and see what was going on under there for myself.

And she laughed.

She opened her mouth and laughed and laughed the silliest, happiest, fullest laugh.

And that my friends, made the 440th night…a very good one.

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