Bed time

Bug and I used to sleep together when we first met.
I have a queen sized bed and Bug just has a single. When we were first dating I'd bring Bug for sleepovers all the time, once I got the key to his place.
As of late we haven't been able to share z's in the same bed.
I see our not being able to sleep together as a temporary thing. It's not important, but it would be nice to do that once and awhile, especially when we're traveling.
The issue is that my dear Bug has spasms in his sleep that jolt him awake. He's so concerned about my rest that he's worried these involuntary muscle contractions will keep me up as well. These spasms also exacerbate his acid-reflux and this in turn could cause Bug to gag. Not a fun time for him.
We did have one stressful experience while staying in Seattle a year or so ago.
We were traveling with my son as well. It's fun for the three of us to travel together, but it does add another level of responsibility to my trip, caring for both.
This one evening I got my son settled into bed and he was sawing logs pretty quickly. I got Bug into his pjs, he took his bedtime pill, nibbled on some crackers and we were settled in. Soon after the light turned off, I could sense Bug was not relaxing. Then without warning his right arm shot straight into the air. I actually couldn't tell what happened as it was dark in the room, but I rolled over and touched Bug, 'What's wrong?'
Bug told me he had a spasm. I felt his arm and it was rigid as a flag pole. He was concentrating on bringing it back down to his side. I touched his forehead and it was damp with sweat. It took well over a minute just to get his arm back down onto the bed covers.
'Are you OK?' I asked.
He said he was worried he wouldn't be able to sleep.
This panicked me somewhat as I needed to sleep. I was to be the focus of a public event in the morning and I needed my sleep. I rolled over and tried to concentrate on my breathing. Then out of nowhere wind started pumeling the house we were staying in. Great! This public event in the morning was outside and now a storm was coming in.
Bug was laying beside me stressing about his uncooperative body, this wind storm rattled the house and I needed to be rested for the morning.
As I was laying there feeling adrenline coarsing through my body, worrying about me. This voice in my head said, 'Everything would be fine, just take care of Bug. He needs you right now.'
I rolled toward him. I could feel the tension in his body and I gently carressed his forehead. I made small circle between his collarbones, under his throat. I repeated this on his stomach and then tenderly rubbed his perineum. I continued to carress these four points over and over again. I couldn't tell you for how long I repeated this rhythmic touch, because the next thing I knew sunlight was leaking through the slats of the blind near our bed. Both of us had relaxed from the repetative motions and fell alseep.
Plus the storm had moved on and the sun was out. It was a really beautiful day.
One last time after that Bug and I shared a bed at the men's garthering in Oregon. It was the time of our thwarted trip South when we turned around and just came home.
I do sleep at Bug's home, but I have a mattress I sleep on that's on the floor near his bed. Bug and I almost always sleep really well when I stay over. Bug loves having me sleep over. It changes up his bedtime routine and if he were to have any problems I'm right there to help out. We almost always sleep in later when I stay over.
I look forward to when Bug and I experiment with him sleeping over. I love having his warm body near me as I drift off to sleep, but I'll settle for the comfy mattress on the floor in the meantime.

Until the next time...