Tuesday, May 19, 2009


The Boy had nightmares most of the night last night. He'd start to cry in his sleep, or shout out in fear (you know when your kid shouts in fear or pleasure or pain or whatever - at least, if you're paying attention). Then, he'd wake up, sit up while crying and / or screaming, and latch on to one of us until he'd fall back asleep. Last night, he wasn't a Momma's boy or a Daddy's boy; it was pretty well split down the middle. The only frustrating thing for me was, because I am a stomach sleeper, it was hard to get a decent sleep. Whatever - snuggles from The Boy are definitely worth it, particularly when he needs them. There'll be plenty of time when he doesn't want to be in the same room as us, so I'll fill my bank account with snuggles while I can. Last night, he needed them.

How does one comfort a child from nightmares when he is only 25% verbal? Some of the things that he has to go through are horrifying. I mean, your parents sticking you with a needle every single day, doctors and nurses poking and prodding, having ports accessed and deaccessed, having immensely painful chemotherapy administered, becoming very, very, very sick on a regular basis... it's only a shock that he doesn't have more nightmares, that he's normally such a happy boy.

I wonder what he'll be like when he's older. What emotional and mental issues are we inflicting upon him?

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