Mae has been bugging me to let Jesse sleep in his own cot for awhile now. "It's about time he learnt to sleep on his own," Mae explained.
"But I slept in my mother's bed till I was 12 and look what a wonderful guy I turned out to be," I protested. Truth is, I have grown accustomed to seeing out little boy sleeping in between us. There's just something comforting seeing Mae and Jesse sleeping peacefully by my side.
But Mae puts forth a good argument. Let's just say it doesn't take to much to convince me that Jesse belongs in the cot.
And so, on Tuesday, we let the little guy sleep in his cot at the foot of our bed. It was disconcerting to see him sleeping there all on his own. What if he got frightened in the middle of the night? What if he woke up to find his parents not by his side? Would he ever think that we have abandoned him?
I didn't sleep well that night. Neither did Mae. But Jesse, on the other hand, slept like a... erm... baby. And just like that, we're in our third night tonight. So far so good. If this keeps up, I'll give the boy a great big reward.
I was thinking, a baby sister might be a good reward for a good little boy, no? *ahem*