When we were pregnant with our first child, my wife had read some literature about the benefits of co-sleeping (which sounded a lot like me willingly giving up my sex life to the whims of some little punk I didn’t even know yet), and I might have nodded with interest, inside I’m sure I was thinking, “Are f&@$ing kidding me? HELL No!”. Or something along those lines.
Then he was born and fell asleep on my chest while I was sitting in the hospital room chair… and it felt soooooo good. The love emanating from that little blob of yumminess rendered me defenseless. I think I became more a supporter of the benefits of co-sleeping than my wife… and I think I can fairly say that I wasn’t thinking about the kid. I was thinking about how yummy that little thing felt when it was curled up into me.
I know it won’t be long before my kids are all too cool to snuggle with their dad, but until that day comes, as I know my snuggling days are numbered, I will always let them jump in my bed if they wake up from a bad dream… or just to use the bathroom and decide they want to sneak into our bed.
It’s a good thing my dogs are good snugglers too, because they’ll be more than happy to fill any voids left by the kids.