This morning I kinda woke up when I tried to move about 5am. And I noticed I couldn’t move – there was a Noah sleeping, snuggled into my side with his head on my arm. My arm was slightly asleep, so he had been there for a little while.  I still have no idea how or when he got there. I don’t remember him coming into our room or anything. I start to shift a little and he says (he’s eye’s still shut)” I don’t want to sleep in my bed. “ So the last couple hours I had a Noah to cuddle with, it was sweet. I love how cuddly he is.