My older daughter who will be three in September woke up last night between 3 & 3:30 convinced that there were animals in her room. She insisted she was afraid of them, even though she seemed more excited than scared. I calmed her, kissed her, and put her back to bed.
Not long thereafter, I heard, "Mommy, Mommy, MOMMY, MOMMY" I went into her room, and she insisted she needed to potty. While on the potty she continued to say that there were animals in her room. I assured her it was a dream, but I was told it was not! I said, "When we sleep we have dreams that are almost like movies in our mind. But, they're not real, they're just make-believe." She went back to bed, and fell asleep or at least was quiet for a little while, and then, she called again. I came in and she told me there were monkeys and she needed to sleep in Mommy's bed. I stood firm and brought a pillow to camp out on her floor. She finally fell asleep at around five! I was so happy, her breathing was deep. I was sure she was out, so I silently crept from the room and went back to bed. Ah, my bed!
Ten minutes passed, "MOMMY!"
She had broken me down. I finally got three hours of glorious sleep with her right next to me...so much for standing firm! But, at least I'm only moderately a zombie today, right?
This morning she hopped out of my bed, ran into her room, ran quickly back into mine & said, "Mommy! The deer is gone!"