After four glorious nights of sleep I woke up at 6am this morning being joyfully bashed around the head by my son and, as my back went out I remembered his trip into our bed at 3:30am following several hours of molar-related tears. He slept peacefully between us, each little fist clutching a parental hand, occasionally kicking one or the other of us in the gut until we were both lying half off the bed with our poor imprisoned hands contorted around us... No tears from him, proof that part of his night sobbing is the feeling of being alone with a sore mouth.
He’s taken to falling asleep on me before bed. We sit on the nursery sofa, him downing the last of his bottle one-handed like a cowboy before the fight breaks out, me offering him a wide selection of books and him always choosing ‘Wibley Pig’ because it has one awesome four-lift-fold and ‘Bear Snores On’ because… because… well I don’t know why he likes that one, it doesn’t have any flaps to lift and he refuses absolutely to do anything as menial as point at the animals in it… perhaps it’s the rhythm of the words he likes. Anyway, I try to time the last book to the last drags of his bottle (and when he’s a few gulps away it’s amazing how fast one can read a story complete with sound effects) and then I reach over and turn the light down very slowly, take away the bottle and he lets out a big sigh, occasionally a burp, and snuggles in to my shoulder, one little hand snaking down to my waist to hang on to my fat while the other plucks at my necklace until he nods off.
I rather like this part of the day, despite the constant reminder that I am not as svelte as I think I am. It’s a little like it used to be when he was very small and I breast-fed him to slumber. The only difference being, of course, that he is four times the size he was back then and bits of him tend to spill off my lap and flap about among the sofa cushions.
Tonight I dosed him with Calpol to offset the worst of his toothache, raced through the last pages of 'Bear' and snuffed out the lights as he hiccupped gently into my neck. I have an early start tomorrow and with any luck he’ll make the night in his own bed and I’ll still have use of my lower lumbar region when I wake up.