me too, jakey

Remember how I said that Jake was so cute in the mornings, knocking on his door and saying "knock-knock, Mommy! I'm ready! Where are you?"? In the past week, it has quickly changed to a very tearful "knock-knock. Mommy, I'm scared. I'm Scared. I'M SCARED! Where are you Mommy? Where's Jacob, Mommy? Get me!".

It's awful. It's early. It's frightening. And every day it's getting earlier and more cryier. It was 5.30 this morning. I try to tell him (groggily from my bed) everything is okay but he has to go back to bed because it is still nighttime, but it doesn't work. When I get to Jake's door there are tears running down his face and he is having a hard time breathing and he jumps into my arms and gives me a big hug and pats me on the back, saying "good morning! It's okay, Mommy. It's all okay. I'm okay, Mommy. I love you, Mommy. Milkshake, Mommy? Okay, Mommy. Let's go downstairs, Mommy. Elmo, Mommy? Thomas, Mommy? Bob Builda, Mommy? Okay, Mommy. Teletubbies, Mommy? Teletubbies, say hello!, Mommy".

Plus I'm reading this book every night until I fall asleep with it on my lap, so naturally I wake up in a cold sweat at his first cry, thinking that my child has made his way into an ever-expansive hidden vortex.