Just before 10 pm Gavin whimpered in his sleep. I heard him from the kitchen. By the time I had finished drying my hands and crossed the hall, he was sitting up in bed crying in terror. The only rescuing I can do is hold him until he has calmed back down. I rocked and whispered happy thoughts to him. He cried on. I kissed him and told him he was safe. He cried on. I held him tight and told him it was all ok. He cried on. So we sat, a son in tears and a mommy powerless against his dream. In my mind this went on for hours. Jeff told me it was mere moments, because by the time he came to the room I was wiping away tears. We took a quick potty break since he was already awake. Crawling back into bed he was smiling again and asking if I could scratch his back.
"Mommy, I am so sorry about this." Gavin whispered.
"There is nothing to be sorry about. I am sorry you had a bad dream." I said.
"I don't like bad dreams."
"Me either. Do you remember what it was about?" I asked
"I was stung by bees and wasps and jellyfish and it was hurting me." he said as he snuggled in closer to me.
"I am sorry you were being hurt in your dream."
"It is ok because I am safe now. I want to have a good dream about playing trains and legos." He spoke into the pillow.
Seconds later he was fast asleep.
Sleep well my baby. I pray no more nightmares haunt your sleep.
