The Downside to Cosleeping

Shortly after Harrison was born, Daddo and I determined that we were a co-sleeping family. It wasn't something we planned on, but it just came naturally as the little demon darling woke every hour to nurse. Because we're lazy very concerned with our children's attachment, we built a cozy little family bed where we were able to get a fair amount of uninterrupted sleep. Who am I kidding? Daddo slept just fine since he didn't have the only thing the boys actually wanted-- BOOBS!. When Jax was born we didn't even attempt to put him in a crib, we just put up a mesh bedrail and snuggled in to our queen sized bed.

Honestly, Daddo and I agree that there's nothing better than waking up to a smiley, cuddly, little baby (or in this case toddler and child) and not having to get up a million times in the night to feed, shush, rock, sing someone back to sleep is a total bonus. We have made a pact that we will stop sleeping with our boys before they grow armpit hair. Co-sleeping isn't all unicorns and rainbows, I've been kicked in the face, puked on, and pushed out of bed more times than I can count, BUT the events of last night totally take the cake.

Picture this... Jax and I are sleeping soundly in his room. We're snuggled up in his Mickey Mouse bedding, surrounded by 45 stuffed animals. He's wearing nothing but his teeny tiny little underwear (seriously, there is nothing cuter than size 2T underwear!) and shark slippers, because he's three and that obviously makes total sense in the dead of summer. Suddenly, I feel something dripping on my hand, then my arm... what the!? what is that? I feel the bed beside me and it's dry, then I feel Jax and he seems to be dry- I even do a full on crotch grab that only parents can get away with and his cute little undies are totally dry.

Me: Did you just pee??!
Jax: Yes...
Me: Like you pulled down your underwear and peed?
Jax: Yes...
Me: WE DON'T PEE ON PEOPLE!
Jax: Sorry mama.
Me: Are you done???
Jax: Zzzzzzz

Thankfully Harrison was in bed with Daddo so I stole the comforter off his bed and went right back to sleep (after I made a mental note to blog about this, of course). I guess I can say I got my first golden shower...