Wynn could not sleep last night. Every hour or so, she would wake up and cry in her crib. I sat on her floor and sang Twinkle Twinkle a few times, but finally, around midnight, I just pulled her into my bed.
Since she was born, Wynn has always slept best when she is on top of me. She likes to get her head up under my chin, her body just snuggling in. I don't sleep well with a 20lb heater on top of me, but at least I'm not singing on the floor.
Last night, as I lie there, warm, slightly uncomfortable, and listening to her suck her thumb, I had an odd thought. I wondered if she was going to want to sleep on her husband/boyfriends chest when she grew up.
I'm constantly wondering how much I'm effecting these little people and how much what we are as children remains constant. If I wasn't so responsible, I would enjoy the experience of watching them develop so much more!
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