Poor Iz has had a busy week. We took her on her longest road trip to date last Thursday. (15.5 hours in the car. A torture chamber on wheels.) Then she got sick. A few days later, just as we were settling in with family and relaxing, I had to fly out from TN for a work trip. She was very overwhelmed and confused.
So, fast forward to yesterday—I got home and it was very sweet when I went to pick her up from daycare. She said HI MOMMY I MISSED YOU and kissed me and stuck close the rest of the night. At about midnight, as I sank into the blissful comforts of my own bed, I heard Iz scream and get out of her bed. Brandon told me she’s been having some nightmares. She was really terrified when he brought her into our room (shaking all over even) and she asked, “Sleep there? In big bed with Mommy?” I got her all snuggled in. She was still shaking a bit so I pulled up the covers. A few minutes later, I turned over and I felt her pull the blanket up over my shoulder. “Good night, Mommy. Go to sleep.”
At about 3 am, Iz had another bad dream. She was talking in her sleep. “NO! WHERE MY STICKER GO!”
She had a nightmare about losing stickers.
I’m happy to be home.