The sight of my iced coffee, on this morning's ride in, threw Jackson into a frenzy.
"COFFEE!!" he proclaimed loudly.
"WANT THAT!" "WANT THAT!!" "WANT THAT!"
Coffee isn't FOR babies. Coffee is for mommies that HAVE babies. And, today, I am so glad to have that sweet nectar from the gods. Because, as if Jackson were a few months old again, my sleep was abruptly shattered by his midnight screams. Twice.
The shrieking of an unearthly night terror ripped through our house at 11:45pm and 4:00 this morning. Not being a typical occurrence, I bolted into his room both times. From a dead sleep, I pounced up ready to save my baby from danger. Isn't it just amazing how the fight or flight response, as well as animal instinct kicks in when a mother hears blood curdling screams? Once my heart stopped beating out of my chest, and I knew he was just dreaming, I gently touched his back to lull him to sleep. Within a few moments, he was already sleeping and my blood pressure resorted to normal. I crawled back into bed where my husband slept soundly, never disturbing his cycle of REM, his body was not awakened by the previous episode . . . all because of evolution. Aren't mommies lucky?
