When I was a girl, I would fall asleep with my butt up in the air. As I got older, I became a tummy sleeper; inching my way down the bed until my feet hung off. Baby A does the same.
Over the last few weeks I’ve been staying in A.’s room until he falls asleep. Each night he goes through his own ritual. He moves his zoo—a momma and baby giraffe, two teddy bears, a bunny and three puppies—to one side of his crib; lies on has stomach and crawls to the end of that crib so that they bury him.
Observing him makes me wonder: Are our sleeping habits genetic? Science hasn’t found anything about positioning; however, an animal study published in the journal Nature found that whether we are early risers or night owls may be. That isn’t applicable here. I do know this: watching my son fall asleep makes me feel a little bit closer to him. Something I didn’t think was possible.