He kicked me. Over and over again. Every night, it was the same.
I had tried to make things different between us. But he wouldn’t listen. Come morning, and he pretended like it wasn’t his fault.
I thought about our initial days together. We had got along so well and in a few months we were inseparable.
And then the hitting started. I tried to make up reasons for his behaviour. He was tired, or maybe I had done something to annoy him.
I looked at him sleeping beside me, his small head nestled under the crook of my arm, and I thought co-sleeping with a toddler wasn’t a good idea after all.
We needed to get a toddler bed ASAP.