Last night went pretty well. Julian woke up at around 11:00pm and I put him back to sleep fairly easily, then went to bed myself.

I slept like a log until 4:47am, when J woke up a second time. I nursed him a tiny little bit, then he fell asleep and I went back to bed, leaving his bedroom door open so that he could come and get me if he needed/wanted to.

At 7:00am I heard Julian running down the hall towards the bedroom, then he popped in with a big morning smile to greet me and we played. Seems like this "Mama sleeps with Daddy now" process isn't very traumatic for him, thank goodness.

It is a bit traumatic for me though. I am thrilled to be back in our grown-up, cushy, comfy, big-ass bed again. I sleep soooo soundly without a big toddler tucked under my arm. But I kept dreaming that I was in bed with Julian and he needed me, or he was cold, or the blanket was over his face, or he had to pee, etc. Then I woke up and was startled to find myself in bed with Dan and Bugs.

I find myself somewhat sad that my little baby is not so little anymore, and is big enough to sleep without me now, but I'm glad too. It's an odd bittersweet emotion.