Get Away From Me.

No Snuggles, Please.

The other day as L4L and I reflected on our first year of parenting together, we shared a common sentiment: We both thought having a baby would be sweeter. That’s not to say that the past year hasn’t been one giant awesome pizza, because it has…there’s just a quiet, warm, soft, sweetness we both longed for. Specifically, baby snuggles.

Hello, my name is the Crib Keeper and I am the mother of a non-snuggler. Angry Baby doesn’t like to curl up, hug, nuzzle or lounge. She hardly ever stops, and when she does, Angry Baby refuses to ruin it with mushy sentiment, she’d rather be tickled or zerbered, thankyouverymuch.

Our baby has always refused to snuggle or sleep in our bed. It’s just not where she likes to sleep. We’ve tried. I can honestly say, when Angry Baby was a tiny little infant, she loved to sleep on everyone. It actually got to the point that she only wanted to sleep on humans. Following pediatricians advice, we broke her of habit, and she hasn’t slept on us since she was 2 months old.

I cried, lamented and cursed my decision to follow the doc’s advice for the next 10 months, because Angry Baby doesn’t do snugglin’.

Matter of fact, one of the things I looked forward to most about being a Mom was the inevitable Saturday morning family snuggle, in the “big bed.”

Oh sure, we would wrestle, laugh and play in the bed, but never was there any ceasing of motion. Just as L4L and I adjusted ourselves to a non-snuggler, a miracle happened.

The early morning hours of her birthday, Angry Baby woke up terrified from a nightmare. I don’t know if it was because he was delirious from sleep deprivation, but L4L put her in the bed with us and over the course of an hour, he was able to get her to fall asleep with us. From 4:30am-7:00am! A TRUE BIRTHDAY MIRACLE!

We’re going to forget the fact it took him an hour of constant minding, adjusting and interacting in the middle of the flipping night, and the fact that she curled up in the crook of his shoulder and he was frozen in that state indefinitely.

Last night, after another teething terror of a night, she’s cutting MULTIPLE MOLARS Y’ALL!, I decided to give snuggling another try…after 35 minutes of constant babywrangling in the middle of the flipping night, she fell asleep, in the crook of my shoulder, for 1.5 hours. Sure my shoulder KILLS today and I’m punchy from the lack of sleep, but were’s making progress here.


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