The wedge
It’s okay for babyblogger to wake up at 4:20 am and insist on being soothed while I bounce him for an hour. I get it. It’s what babies do. And its okay to finally slowly, carefully carry him into bed still swaying my arms as my saint of husband, fatherblogger, stacks five pillow behind me so if I need to sleep sitting up my head will be supported. And its okay to sleep with my arms wrapped around babyblogger even though I’m afraid they’ll loosen and he’ll roll away somehow. But its not okay for me to get perfectly positioned and for babyblogger to fall asleep and all to be well only to realize my underpants are giving me a wedgie I can’t do anything about it until morning.