Lousy Dog
The twins sleep in our room for now. We’d love to give the twins their own bedroom, but we only have two bedrooms for five people. When they start sleeping through the night, we’ll move them in with Abbie, but for now they have to wake up someone in the middle of the night, and I’d rather they wake us than her. We have a Pack N Play in our room for them to sleep in. They always sleep in that and never ever in our bed unless it’s really late at night and we don’t have the patience to coax them to sleep.
Last night I was changing the babies before we put them down for the night. Ellie was already dozing off; I try to give her as much time to sleep at night since she has to pump breast milk every four hours, plus she works at a job that seriously frowns on employee naps even though she works in a hospital with beds everywhere. The dog was also dozing on our bed. I lock her in her kennel when we go to bed, but before then she’s free to lounge wherever she likes. Some people don’t let their dogs on the bed; I figure that if we can’t use our bed, something should be able to get some enjoyment out of it.
While I change one baby, I leave the other one resting on the bed, even though this violates every baby rulebook ever written. Babies should never be left on a bed for fear that they could roll off and seriously hurt themselves when they hit the floor. When our babies are able to do more movement than simply flailing their arms and legs like vestigial appendages, I’ll stop leaving them on the bed, but until then it’s just the most convenient place to leave them. Anyway we have a protective layer of clutter piled several inches thick on our bedroom floor; should a babe fall off the bed he would gently bounce into the safety of a wadded up sock with holes in the toes that Ellie made me throw away months ago but somehow missed the garbage can and is now a part of the protective layer.
After changing one baby, I needed to switch baby positions, moving the one on the changing table to the bed and the one on the bed to the changing table. Unfortunately between Ellie, the dog, and the inert baby, all available real estate was taken. I shrugged and made room, setting the freshly changed baby right next to the dog. Even though they’re too young to pull fur, that move immediately woke up the dog. She rolled to her feet and hopped off the bed.
I was happy to see the dog go since it gave me room to set the babes down simultaneously. Ellie though was unaware of the dog’s movement and only heard the thud when she hit the ground. She immediately sprung from her 90%-asleep state, terrified that a baby rolled off the bed and she would see him lying injured on the ground, or possibly she thought she’d see me catching him on the second bounce off the clutter. I assured her that it was just the dog hitting the ground, and went back to changing babies. Ellie returned to semi-sleep, hoping that the babies would be out of our room before they start to roll over.
Last night I was changing the babies before we put them down for the night. Ellie was already dozing off; I try to give her as much time to sleep at night since she has to pump breast milk every four hours, plus she works at a job that seriously frowns on employee naps even though she works in a hospital with beds everywhere. The dog was also dozing on our bed. I lock her in her kennel when we go to bed, but before then she’s free to lounge wherever she likes. Some people don’t let their dogs on the bed; I figure that if we can’t use our bed, something should be able to get some enjoyment out of it.
While I change one baby, I leave the other one resting on the bed, even though this violates every baby rulebook ever written. Babies should never be left on a bed for fear that they could roll off and seriously hurt themselves when they hit the floor. When our babies are able to do more movement than simply flailing their arms and legs like vestigial appendages, I’ll stop leaving them on the bed, but until then it’s just the most convenient place to leave them. Anyway we have a protective layer of clutter piled several inches thick on our bedroom floor; should a babe fall off the bed he would gently bounce into the safety of a wadded up sock with holes in the toes that Ellie made me throw away months ago but somehow missed the garbage can and is now a part of the protective layer.
After changing one baby, I needed to switch baby positions, moving the one on the changing table to the bed and the one on the bed to the changing table. Unfortunately between Ellie, the dog, and the inert baby, all available real estate was taken. I shrugged and made room, setting the freshly changed baby right next to the dog. Even though they’re too young to pull fur, that move immediately woke up the dog. She rolled to her feet and hopped off the bed.
I was happy to see the dog go since it gave me room to set the babes down simultaneously. Ellie though was unaware of the dog’s movement and only heard the thud when she hit the ground. She immediately sprung from her 90%-asleep state, terrified that a baby rolled off the bed and she would see him lying injured on the ground, or possibly she thought she’d see me catching him on the second bounce off the clutter. I assured her that it was just the dog hitting the ground, and went back to changing babies. Ellie returned to semi-sleep, hoping that the babies would be out of our room before they start to roll over.
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