Not obnoxious, and definitely not smug, parenting story.
Was dreaming last night - can't really remember what I was dreaming about, but it was pretty banal and uninteresting. But I realized in my dream 'hey I haven't heard from the boys in a while'. I remembered they were playing in the tub, so I run over - and two little bodies lying motionless at the bottom.
I awoke with a gasp, and couldn't really get back to sleep the rest of the night. That was just awful.
Gods. That's terrible.
When Carl was a baby, I used to have such nightmares. In my dream, I would wake up, run to his crib, and find him not breathing. Then I would wake up for real. And run to his crib. To find him breathing just fine.
Being totally sleep deprived made it worse, and the nightmares made me more sleep deprived.
Once, I actually had the dream-within-the-dream thing. In my dream, I woke up, ran to the crib, baby not breathing. Then, as usual, I woke up, ran to the crib - and he was REALLY not breathing! Then I woke up.
No more sleep for me that night.