Nightmares
Davis has been having nightmares. Sometimes as often as 4 or 5 times a week and sometimes less. Last night he had three. The house will be sleeping peacefully and then all of a sudden, screams. He yells for Mommy. So I leap up and run into him, freezing in my wispy nightgown and bare feet. "Shhhh, it's okay. Mommy's here." "Hold me! Where's the bad friend?" At this point, I don't know whether to tell him that the bad friend is gone or that I will go find him. So I go back to the reassuring. "Shhh, Mommy's here." "Where's Daddy?" "He's in his big boy bed. Mommy and Daddy will be right here in their big boy bed." "Nooooooooooo. I want you here in my big boy bed. I need you. Hold me." And so I do. And I whisper sweet nothings in his ear. And then I try to sneak out. To more crying. "Nooooooooooo. Hold me. I need you. Tell me a story. Get me a tissue." And so I do. Until he f...