on sleeping with two children, or, why we don't have a family bed

5:40 am. Oscar wakes up to eat before his final stretch of sleep.
5:50 am. Lucy wakes up and comes into my room, where I am sitting up feeding Oscar. I tell her it is not morning yet, and she needs to go back to bed. Her face collapses, and I say she can come and snuggle in my bed until morning instead. I scoot over and she climbs up.
5:55 am. Oscar is done eating. Lucy is between me and the bassinet, so I manage to put him down on the bed without waking him, and he stays asleep.
The next half an hour. Lucy and I snuggle while she tries to fall back asleep. She squirms and wiggles and kicks and steals my pillow.
6:30 am. Lucy and I finally fall asleep.
6:40 am. Lucy's pacifier falls out of her mouth and clatters on the hard floor. Oscar wakes up with a start, crying loudly. I try to comfort him, but his cries wake up Lucy, who also starts crying and asks, "Where's my pacifier?"