My family is in NJ. My daughter had bad reflux and, hence, sleep issues. My wife wanted her in with us. So in she came. One thing I learned: that little grub zealously sought out heat and I was the best source. So she'd scramble across the bed and jam herseld into the my back, shoulder high (I seep on my side). I'd instinctively slide away a bit and she'd quickly scramble back into her little spot. This would repeat until I was precariously perched on the knife edge of the bed. To my rear, a sleeping baby that I dare not roll onto. To my front, a drop to the floor.
My daughter slept well in with us. Me, well, sleep became an interesting hypothetical scenario for me in those days...
So she'd scramble across the bed and jam herseld into the my back, shoulder high (I seep on my side). I'd instinctively slide away a bit and she'd quickly scramble back into her little spot. This would repeat until I was precariously perched on the knife edge of the bed. To my rear, a sleeping baby that I dare not roll onto. To my front, a drop to the floor. My dog does the same thing. It's why I get up at 4:30am. If I get up to go to the bathroom, he just moves to my spot and stares at me when I return "What? You left, my spot now".
The Mrs and I would put the babies between us then knees and foreheads together put an arm across to each other and pull the blankets over create a little padded hothouse for them to sleep in.
(As is so often the case, physicians who claim we shift 125 times a night (or whatever that ridiculous number is) are mostly full of...bedpan dredgings.)