Family Bed

I have a daughter who does not like to sleep in her own bed. Said daughter is currently attached to my left "nibble" while I type away. She could care less that the laptop is burning my knees and perched precariously close to her head. She doesn't seem to mind that after having her fall asleep five times only to wake up seconds after I carefully snuck her into her bed that I'm feeling a little on edge. She wants to co-sleep. It is who she is. If she can't feel moms flesh on her face she gets distressed. Such is her commitment that she will grab a fist full of my shirt in order to gauge when I'm going to try and lay her down. Any sudden moves and she, even in deep sleep, will grab even tighter, twisting the fabric in between her baby fingers. I feel like a prisoner chained to the warden. Some might ask, "Well Crys, why do you mind having her in your bed. If she sleeps so well there, why not just leave her?" The truth is that mother does not sleep well having her there. Most nights I just can't sleep soundly knowing she is floating around somewhere in the sheets between mother and father. On the chance I do sleep soundly something horrible happens to remind me of why I shouldn't. Last night in exhaustion I passed out with her on my breast. At five I woke up to find her wedged head first between me and her father. In a panic I pulled her from between us by the leg. She started screaming, I started freaking out, neither of us was happy. Of course father didn't rouse for a second. One more reason I worry about having such a small feeble thing in bed with two huge monsters. And so I wonder how will I get her into her crib on the sixth try.