Magnus has been a champ about radiation, doctor appointments, and therapies. I think he actually enjoys most of it now. We try to get out of the house a few times a week to do fun things too, and he is a happy kid overall. Many of his side effects of surgery have dissipated, and I could not be more grateful for that. Minus the fact that he isn't a great eater or sleeper, he is doing awesome.
Magnus has slept with me for probably half his life. He always goes to bed in his bed but ends up in mine somewhere around 4 AM. Not every night, but often enough. None of my other kids ever did this, except for the occasional bad dream. And I would let them climb in bed for a snuggle and then take them back to their own bed after they would fall back to sleep. With Magnus, it was different. Maybe it is because he's the youngest and I wanted him to stay my baby forever, but I always allowed him to stay in my bed after he fell back to sleep. I remember thinking one time, "I'm such a sucker! I never would have allowed this with my other kids!" But he would just snuggle right up to me and he fit in the crook of my arm so perfectly. It was never uncomfortable and I could always go back to sleep right away.
I consider this a huge tender mercy that I did not feel inclined to put him back in his bed. I cherish the memories I have of Magnus waking up in my bed in the morning and stroking my cheek or kissing my face. I can still hear his tiny whisper saying, "Mommy... I hungry. Can I have toast?" I will never regret all of those extra snuggles we shared.
I used to think people were weird for sleeping with their kids. But now I feel, to each his own. I love Sunday mornings when every kid comes in my room, one by one, hops in bed with me, and we snuggle and talk and end with a big wrestling match. It is one of my best and favorite memories that I'm sure will bring a smile to my face for many years. I love being a mom.