That honey-oak finish crib that I spent two months researching before I decided to buy? Is now the world's
most expensive and large quilt rack. We are officially co-sleepers 100% of the time. Gabe and I have an agreement. I instill an "open bra" policy on nursing, put up with the occasional punches in the face and redefine the phrase "wet spot". He gives me 75% more sleep and sweet, sweet cuddles all night long. Oh, and he agrees to sleep in the occasional wet spot.
It all started the week of the triple crown: two new teeth, separation anxiety and mama's return to work all came into our lives in a big violent crash over the course of about three days. He was in pain, he missed me. I missed him. SO MUCH. After a looooong day with children who seem perpetually difficult to calm, I could come home to my sweet baby boy and create an island of peace and love in our cozy bed with the magic of my presence (and my milk). And now that we know that joy, how can we ever go back?
