3:32 AM

It started with a knock on the bedroom door, followed by "Mommy, I has a nightmare.  Can I sleep with you guys."

I strain to listen in the darkness, the baby is crying down the hall.  I look at the baby monitor on the floor by my bed, off the charger, battery dead.  Good thing Turkey had a nightmare, otherwise I would never had heard Monkey.

"Sure thing buddy, climb in the middle by Papa.  I'll be back after I take care of brother."

Forgetting my glasses I stumble down the hall, and pick up the crying baby.  His face is warm and wet with tears.  He quiets as I pull him close.  We sit together on the rocking chair in the corner of the room.  I watch the lights flickering outside, wondering what time it is as he nurses.  Shortly, he finishes and drifts off to sleep in my arms.  I walk peacefully back to my bedroom where Husband and Big Brother are waiting for me, both half asleep.

I pull Turkey close, he tells me he can't sleep from his nightmares.  So I rub his forehead and tell him to think happy thoughts until he falls asleep.

I look over, it's 3:32 AM.  And as I fall asleep I wonder who many other times this scene is playing out around the world.