This was one of our first cuddles. By the way, I am totally wearing makeup the next time I go into labour. I laughed at those girls before, but never again.
She spent a lot of time cuddling with Daddy too.
I worked so hard at getting her to sleep in her crib and once she started she never looked back. I tried not to let it hurt my feelings. After all, I had wanted her to sleep in her crib. I just thought that she would still enjoy co-sleeping on occasion.
But something magical happened today. She was fussing. She wanted to be held. So I picked her up and she fell asleep. You must understand that this is so rare that my first thought was wondering if she was really sick or if something was terribly wrong. Cleaning and a whole myriad of other activities were lined up for her morning nap. Hmmm. Which would I rather, cleaning or cuddling? I promptly decided that I was going to take her to bed and have a nap with her.
We made it into my bed. She was still sleeping. We got all comfy and it was pure bliss.
I was thinking "finally" and "maybe now she will start cuddling again."
And then she must have realized what she was doing. Ten minutes after getting into bed she bolted upright. Then she began her usual get-out-of-cuddling routine: hair pulling, face smacking, and trying to remove my eyeballs with her little pinching fingers. So, it was off to the crib she went.
But, she left me with a little hope that one day soon she might want to cuddle again. Those of you with older kids please give me some hope. Tell me they cuddle again.