If D. wasn't going to wake up around 5:15 or possibly earlier, I'd go and sleep in I.'s bed. I miss going to sleep knowing he was in my room. Of course, some of the time he was in my room especially when he was getting up to nurse throughout the night, I daydreamed of closing the bedroom door and having the room to myself. At least with D. being my second one, I recognized I was going to miss him being in my room even while I simultaneously had my daydreams, leading me to appreciate those tiring but memorable days.
I am looking forward to opening the door and being the first person he sees in the morning...it's been about 14 months since I had that honor.
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