It’s official, I’ve crossed over the threshold from normal to whack a doodly doo… my checking-the-baby-to-see-if-she’s-still-breathing-neurosis has gotten worse. Much worse. I now officially check her while I’m sleeping. Not while she’s sleeping, psh that’s a given… you read it right, while I’m sleeping.
No less than twice a week now, I have the same dream in the middle of the night. I dream that the baby is in my bed being smothered in between mine and Scott’s pillows, which is just weird considering we’ve never actually put her in our bed to sleep. And every single time I have this dream, I don’t realize it’s a dream until I have literally bolted upright in a panic, reached in between the pillows and picked up the baby, held her little mouth to my ear to listen for breath sounds, and then realized that I’m actually holding the dog.