It's 3:30 AM. Will woke me up from a bad dream. I had been dreaming about bad guys breaking into our house and going into Emme's bedroom. I heard them through her monitor. It was a really weird and very scary dream. I guess those are the kind of dreams you have when your sleep is so regularly interrupted by a hungry / fussy baby.
I'm glad Will was here to wake me from that bad dream. In fact, Will's safe arrival and journey so far has saved me from many nightmares. Just a few short weeks ago my dreams were plagued with fears about his birth and whether he would live or die.
At this moment, I am laying here with Will breathing deeply on my chest. He is sleeping like an angel. My angel. My miracle.
An older lady stopped us at the park yesterday and peered into his stroller. She proudly proclaimed that it must be a dream come true to have our amazing Emme and her brother, Will. I politely smiled and said, "yes, a dream come true in more ways than one."
Will, thank you for saving your momma from her bad dream tonight and for being such an amazing dream come true. Sweet dreams, angel. Ohh, and if you could sleep for more than 2 hours that would be icing on the cake! :)