Rather fond of my daughter

Disclosure: I'm writing this on my phone so i appologise for any obvious mistakes.)It all started when Emma found a bug on her perfectly comfortable mattress, bought especially for her visit at my parents house. She refused to sleep on the mattress that lays on the floor next to my bed. For several nights, Emma slept on the floor just off her mattress or half on, half Off her mattress. I guess she eventually found that uncomfortable and she began getting up in the middle of the night and squeezing in on the twin sized bed that I slept on. Most nights I tried to fight it. I would tell her to get back into her bed which resulted in a lot of crying and soothing. I tried a few methods to make the nights easier for her, including rearranging the whole room so her mattress could be right next to mine and we could hold hands at night. (I did this at midnight, moving quite heavy furniture all by my self.) But, alas, after a week or so of this, Emma continued to crawl in my bed at night and I was fighting it less and less. (Mainly because often times I had been sleepin so deeply I didn't notice until morning.) Recently, Emma and I randomly decided to visit Jason's family in PA for a couple weeks. The first night of our vacation Emma and I shared a queen bed. That is, after Emma bed hopped between Karen's bed and mine for quite a while, she finally decided to stay with me. Later, at Karen's house we shared a full sized bed and another queen when at Jason's dad's house. Though out these vacation nights Emma was more and more clingy at night. Half the time she insisted on sleeping right on top of me. If I was playing around on my phone, she had to be watching. Strangely, I found it wasn't bothering me. At times I would tell her to stop wallowing on me but when I was turning over to go to sleep I got used to having my arm around her. In fact, her preciously angelic sleeping body next to mine comforted me quite a bit as most of my nights lately were spent lying awake sometimes until after four am. The morning. I watched Emma sleep, her funny positions, the conversations she had with someone in her dreams, how often she turned over or re-adjusted her pillow. (I couldn't help but notice how similar her sleeping patterns are to Jason's.) We were most recently in a king sized bed while visiting Jason's Grnadpa, Pappy. You would think two people would have plenty of room on a king mattress bed. But, not with my toddler. I lay there trying to sleep and all of a sudden WHAP! Right accross my face goes Emma's little arm. I kindly fold it back over her chest and relax again after the startle. WHAP! Not two seconds later. I was startled again, moving her arm and FOUR more times she whapped me. She was extremely unconsciously insistent that her arm lay exactly on my face. So I did the logical thing and scooter her over to the far side of the bed. The next night she got revenge by sleeping completely perpendicular to me all night. On a king size bed I still had her feet in my ribs. (and I wonder why I don't sleep at night.) However, it never fails. Each night no matter whether I've been whapped or stabbed or sleep talked too, I roll over each night, put my arm around her and dread having to change our style. Tonight, Emma wanted to sleep with Nana. I honestly missed her and was feeling really lonely when an hour later she came waltzing back in stating that Nana was asleep. She got back in bed and much like a grown adult relayed how the rest of her night was going to play out. I currently lay on the edge of the bed while Emma sleeps comfortably in the middle. And I wouldn't have it any other way.