One of the nights when you knew Toddler was going to make me want to pull my hair out. Continue reading
Being as I have no adult regularly sharing my bed, often my little angel sleeps with me. Thanks to this I am privy to some precious moments of her in never-never-land and some moments of sadness and terror as her subconscious leads her into lands of bad dreams.
Last night she had a few. And since she’s started talking in her sleep this is what I got:
D: “NO. No no no no.” *sobs*
ME: (because a mother can’t help it) “Shhhhhh. It’s OK baby. Mama’s here.”
D: “No. That is myyyyyy toy. I want it.”
ME: *rubs child’s back* “Shhhh. Baby it’s a dream. Go back to sleep.”
D: “I want the toy” *pause* “And I want the book.”
side note: apparently she is greedy in her dreams and doesn’t want to share.
D: *sob* “I want the swing…. ” insert mumbling gibberish
ME: “Go on the other swing.” *no back rubbing*
D: “Ok.” *sobbing stops*
side note: apparently mommy is learning how to manipulate the dream as it’s happening.