I can’t believe I am up writing this at 9 a.m. since I was up until 2, but I guess that’s the fun of pregnancy… lack of sleep and then around 3 this afternoon I will crash and burn! Fun!
Anyway, I was only awake because we had a slight incident in our house — the dog had a bad dream.
For all of you who do not have dogs or pets who you think of as children, you completely will not understand where I am coming from, but for those of you who do feel this way about your four-legged kids, you will know that when something is wrong, it can be harder to figure out than a screaming baby!
I was just about asleep when Comet started walking around our bed. This is very unusual as he mostly lays his head down on my pillow and I don’t hear from him again until Kevin’s alarm goes off, where he usually snorts in annoyance that Kev has to get out of the bed. He walked to the end of the bed and laid down for a few minutes and then jumped off the bed to get some water. Since I could hear him licking the water, I didn’t bother to look at what he was doing, I just figured he was thirsty! When he didn’t get back in the bed after a few minutes I sat up to notice that he was cowering and shaking in the corner! This is very unlike him! By the look in his eyes I could tell he was terrified of something!
I picked him up and put him back in the bed and let him lay in my arms until he fell asleep. This entire thing took about 45 minutes… all while my husband slept peacefully in the bed next to me, not waking up once! Once I got Comet back to sleep, he slept fine the rest of the night… it was me who tossed and turned (and got up 6 times to go to the bathroom!)
This leads me to my new fear of parenting — will I have the same patience for my child at 2 a.m. that I do for my poor little puppy and will my husband be of ANY help in the middle of the night since he didn’t even HEAR me get up and take care of Comet! Guess we will find out in the next 5 weeks….