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Monday, February 27, 2006

The Family Bed

I posted once about Luke crying it out, and someone responded that he cried because he wanted us and we should all sleep in a family bed. And Esposo and I snorted and guffawed because are you CRAZY?

This past weekend was spent at the Wisconsin Dells at an indoor waterpark complex. My teeny tiny sisters in law and the rest of the family stayed in a suite with three rooms, beds here, there, everywhere, and two portacribs for the 15 month old and the 12 month old. Esposo and I, by the default of having one child, got a room with one bed. And we set up our one portacrib right next to it.

We spent an hour or two at the waterpark on Friday evening and Saturday, not very long at all, actually, as Luke's schedule was different than the four other children, and if we do anything different on the next family trip it will be to say that we're leaving when we're ready, because hanging around waiting for everyone else to get ready took away from our time in the water.

I wasn't nearly as conscious of my much larger thighs and hips and arms as I thought I would be, what with trying to keep Luke's hands from exploring my boobs, and the pain of the razor burn I inflicted all over my right ankle before I realized that there was soap RIGHT THERE and that would stop the razor burn (thank goodness I realized that before I got to the bikini area, though! EEE!). Luke and I enjoyed the kiddie pools and the fountains and he wore himself out, his eyes only open through some sheer force of will that used all his energy so his body was limp and immobile. Except for the wandering hand.

Bedtime was actually a simple process for Luke both nights, he readily grabbed his blankets for sweet sweet sleep. But Saturday morning I woke to find the room fairly cold and Luke was starting to fuss. As the only place for the portacrib was between the bed and the window, I knew it was colder for him, and he wasn't staying covered with his blankets.

So I brought him into bed with us, Mommy and Daddy acting as safety barriers from the floor on either side. This was the first time I have ever done this.

And he tossed. And turned. And kicked, and laid sideways between us. He head butted my head more than once. He squirmed down and flopped his body on top of my bladder. He crawled up and lay on my chest, his head slowing moving down until he was actually laying on my neck. His 90th percentile head started cutting off my oxygen supply.

Finally, finally, he settled down and went to sleep in the crook of my arm. And my arm fell asleep.

So again, Family Bed Aficionados - you are crazy. And I can only imagine how very tired you must be.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Sarah said...

The Kalahari Rocks! I too was self-conscience in a suit, but quickly realized, that hey I look good, compared to others.

2:19 PM  
Blogger Elisette said...

I was all Agh! Who are you? How do you know where I went? I didn't post that info! Agh! Who is Sarah with an h?

And then I realized that I didn't go to the Kalahari. I'm a brilliant woman, I am.

2:22 PM  
Anonymous Sarah said...

Was it the Great Wolf Lodge then?

4:52 PM  

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