Cole's been having a lot of nightmares lately, little mini-episodes that result in him sitting up in bed, sobbing my name. Sometimes he can explain them clearly ("It was an orange monster, mama") and sometimes I'm totally confused ("There was a man with pistachios"). He generally goes back to sleep if I rub his back or sit with him for a minute, although he always implores, "sleep with me, mama."
Lately, though, he's been leaping up from bed and running into our bedroom, giving me a middle-of-the-night heart attack when suddenly he's yelling from 6 inches away.
Add this new development to our attempts to get Riis to sleep through the night by withholding a bottle, and, well, no one's getting a lot of rest around here.
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Wait, what's that? You think maybe these nightmares miiiiiight have something to do with his current obsession with monsters, ghosts, witches, bugs, and skeletons?
Hmm. It's a theory.
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