Ahh, I woke up this morning- on my own. Not to the sounds of anyone crying. Not to the sounds of someone whispering into my ear, breffast mom- I want breffast. I awoke on my own, snug as a bug. I was warm and cozy, nestled listening to my husband still sleeping next to me. The baby, between us (a little stuffed up so he was snoring.) looking deceptively like an angel.
Then I realize that said baby was sleeping on my arm… as I regain consciousness, I begin to become aware of the tingly feeling of my arm. It is telling me that something is wrong and it isn’t happy. Of course it isn’t, I think to myself. My arm is raised at the shoulder, then bent and the elbow- with 23 pounds of baby blocking the blood flow… eer, what to do. I don’t want to wake him, it is still too early!
As I begin to wonder how to move my arm, I begin to become aware of the rest of my body. I find myself leaning inwards (probably more of the arm tingling problem!) due to another child that has snuck into bed with me during the night. This one, built like a rock, has snuggled himself directly behind me- lying flat on his back. There is no room for me to lie on my back, nor enough room to wiggle loose the arm which has begun to scream with pain.
I look up to examine my options… only to become aware of my legs! Remember the upper part of my body, leaning inward- arm, screaming in pain… Well, a third child had made way into my bed during the night and she was sleeping soundly, head on my right thigh which was bent upwards with my knee resting into my husband’s side. My left leg had been pushed out of the way and was resting against her back- and from the looks of it, I’m gonna be limpin’ tomorrow!
*sigh* What am I going to do? Of course, I could just adjust myself with no care to the children. They were the ones that came to my bed- right? Not. A. Chance. This would only cause them to stir- most likely one of them to awaken. I look at the time- 4:55 am. NOT going to happen. I have to do something- my arm is in agony and my legs are beginning to let me know their unhappiness as well!
Determined to remain in bed and even more determined to keep the children asleep I look to my husband. HE was sleeping on his back, no child managed to manipulate that sleeping rock. Remember that right leg, bent up and resting next to his side… Gently I move it just enough to kick my husband. Damn sleeping husband… it took about 5 good kicks before he stirred. I hiss, Shhhhhhhhhhhhh! Help me! He looks up groggily and smiles. He stumbles himself out of the bed and quickly pulls the baby off my arm and onto his pillow. He picks another pillow up off the floor and together use it to replace my thigh. Now free I scoot over and adjust my body out… ahh. I look to my husband and smile- but he’s already grabbed another blanket and is headed out to the couch. This isn’t the first time we’ve done such early morning maneuverings.
Finally, resting on my pillow- snug in my bed I look about at my babies, resting happily on the mom bed. All three are cozy- my body no longer hurting… I hear the faint sounds of my husband snoring from the couch. 2 more hours before I have to get up- I snuggle in to sleep. What a wonderful life…
*Damn* Now I have to pee.