From the moment I brought him home as an infant, he was a terrible sleeper. Wait, actually he was a terrible sleeper since he came out. I thought newborns were suppose to sleep 90% of the time. My eldest son proved that he was the 10% that wouldn’t.
In his defense, he had issues breathing through his nose shortly after birth, which let to many ear infections as a baby and toddler. All these issues made him wake up frequently throughout the night. As the years went by, I kept telling myself he would grow out of it as gets older. I hoped he would grow out of it. When we welcomed our second son to the family, things just got worse.
I knew it was a form of jealousy. My eldest son felt he wasn’t …show more content…
However, Scout was an older dog and preferred the comfort of his bed in my room, next to me. When Scout passed away, my son was overwhelmed with grief. Naturally, he spent more time in bed with me and my husband. Things were getting worse.
Even though we were working through the grief of losing our beloved pet, I decided to take the plunge and get another dog. My son insisted that he didn’t want another: he just wanted Scout back. All that change when we met Rocky.
Up until this point we met with several dogs. My son didn’t seem interested in any of them. I thought we’d never find the right dog. I happen to see a hound mix available for adoption that seemed perfect so I set up a meet and …show more content…
My son seemed standoffish. Rocky made his sniffing rounds and played with my younger son for a bit. He seemed like he would be a good fit, but I couldn’t tell with my older son just yet.
When we got home, there was an immediate change in my son. He took Rocky outside and they ran around for a while. I figured it was his shyness that kept him from engaging at Rocky’s foster home. When they came back in the house, they settle on the sofa to watch TV. Yep, my son had a new TV partner. Rocky snuggle right in next to him and went to sleep. It was perfect.
The true test came that evening. As I tucked the boys in for bed, I anticipated the dreaded, “Can you stay with me mommy?” request. Before he had a chance to ask, Rocky hopped into the bed with my son, then burrow on the covers with him and went to sleep. I kissed my son goodnight and asked him if everything was all good. He said it was perfect.
My son did not sneak into my bed that night. In fact, he’s stayed in his bed every since we got Rocky. We even required another dog three weeks after Rocky came to live with us and we foster dogs. My son insists that they all sleep in the room with him. I know this isn’t permanent fix. The dogs are just a substitute for me or my