Tesfu has finally agreed to sleeping in our bed. It started out last weekend when Jason had to go away for a work thing and I had been cringing about sleeping on Tesfu's floor all night.
"What do you think about sleeping in mommy and daddy's bed tonight? With me?"
I probably said it with some trepidation because every damn time I try something like this I'm typically met with resistance. Imagine my surprise and delight when the question was met with an exuberant "YES!"
Yes! Yes! Yes!
So that night my Tesfu laid his head against my shoulder while we read bedtime books in my bed; granted, the shoulder rest lasted all about 15 seconds or so, but it was there. It was there. And it felt so damn good. He woke up once or twice that night to do a quick check-in, but quickly fell back asleep. So damn good.
It's been a few nights now that we've been doing this, and although our shrink was a bit concerned about how the family bed would work out for our marriage (it can't really be deemed a family bed when all members of our family can't fit in said bed), the security we hear in Tesfu's voice when he wakes up makes us feel real good about this choice.
I'm holding back a bit on my excitement with this... seems that once we think we've found the magic wand, everything goes to shit.
So. We'll see.
Then there's the fact that Jas and I miss hanging out together during the nighttime hours- his weight and warmth and being present when I wake up at night has always been a soother for my anxious soul.
This will not last for forever. And it's so amazing to hear that safe feeling in our boy's voice when he wakes; truth is, it's even more amazing when he sleeps throughout the night, his hand being found relaxed and open rather than tight-fisted. And who the hell knows, we might just be getting that king-sized bed I've been dreaming about for ten thousand years. All king-sized for our king-sized needs. I'm digging it.