The past few nights have been rough. Teething + trying to get him to go back to sleep without nursing (that's hard on BOTH of us).
Last night he was up ever 20 minutes. Finally at about 1am I nursed him back to sleep, but because it was so dry, I had to get up to get a drink. I come back and baby is sprawled across my side. The dog is all up snuggling on Chris. Deciding not to tempt fate by moving the baby, I curl up at the foot of the bed and go to sleep.
In the morning, Chris wakes up in the morning to find:
The dog in his spot
The baby in my spot
Me in the dog's spot