2 1/2 hours later I woke up and I had been pushed to within a 1/2 inch of the edge of the bed. Not only that, but he had intertwined his arms around mine. I was slowly able to extricate myself and push him back to his side of the bed.
When I woke up at 4:00 he had his head on my chest and other arm wrapped around me. I was also teetering on the edge of the bed again. I didn’t try to move him this time.
It was a night without much sleep, but knowing how fleeting these early years are, I decided to enjoy the experience of trying to sleep next to a thrashing octopus of a boy.