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Nightmares

When Zoe went to bed Sunday night, it was early. She hadn't napped that day and sometime between 6:30pm and 6:45pm she passed out on the downstairs couch laying against me. I carried her up to bed assuming that she would be up early for Cheryl, but would otherwise be fine.

At 12:45am I sprang out of bed to Zoe's cries of Daddy. She only got out two of them before I was in her room. She was very upset. She told me that there was a lizard on her wall. Trying to make sense of this, I asked her what happened. She pointed to the piggy bank on her dresser and said that it had turned in to a lizard and was climbing on the wall and it scared her. I stayed with her for fifteen minutes or so, long enough for her to pass out in my lap, and then I put her back in her crib.

Around 4:15am she called out again, this time much less urgent. She really just wanted to sit with me and eventually asked for a bottle, which I told her she couldn't have because it was the middle of the night. Shortly after that, seeing that I wasn't going to be much fun, she asked to be put back in her crib and didn't call out again.

When I picked Zoe up from school on Monday I asked her about her nightmare. She said that she had a bad dream. That her pig had turned in to a lizard. The lizard had a spoon and was trying to feed her something she didn't want. At this point I wasn't convinced that it was an actual lizard, so I asked her if it was a lizard like the Lizard of Oz. She said no, it was a lizard like from Toy Story of Terror, so it was, in fact, a lizard, not a wizard. She went on to say that after her bad dream she wrapped herself in her blanket and had a good dream. When I asked her what that one was about she said Twinkle Twinkle.

Cheryl put Zoe to bed on Monday night and shortly thereafter she cried out for daddy. When I went up there she was very upset, again about the pig that was going to turn in to a lizard, so I took it out of her room. Laying on my lap, her eyes kept opening and her head turning to the dresser, waiting for the lizard and his spoon. I held her head, she held my arm with both hands and eventually passed out to my gentle shushing. When I got up this morning, she had not called out. We'll see how tonight goes.

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  1. hmm... my comments won't post? I tried to post a comment about also having weird dreams. You are a great dad to be there in the middle of the night and then also talk to her about it afterwards.

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