I‘ve slept in the same bed as Roby for almost her entire life. There have been a few nights here or there, but I could count them on both hands. I don’t even think my feet would have to get involved. 

She is not an easy bed-mate. She wiggles and she cries and she sometimes screams. She’s even woken me up by slapping me hard across the face with her tiny hands. 

Despite this, I was rather upset last night when I made the decision to sleep in another room because my coughing had the potential to keep her awake. 

I don’t like sleeping in the same bed with Roby because it is pleasurable, really. I do it because I love seeing her as much as I can and I know that eventually she’ll have her own room and the days of wanting to sleep next to dad and wake up laughing next to him and mom will be behind us. So she can slap me as much as she wants, she can wake me up by screaming and then farting as much as she wants, she can wiggle and take up the bed and climb on my face at 5am and just be up then, as much as she wants. 

And I’m glad to be there.