My five-year-old son is having nightmares.
It started last week after we found out that we’re having a boy. As you can imagine, he’s ecstatic to be having a brother. Absolutely thrilled.
But that excitement has lead to the nightmares. As I told y’all awhile back, I had a late miscarriage last July. My daughter didn’t really understand what was going on, but my son did. He had lots of questions. Why wasn’t the baby in mommy’s tummy anymore? Why did Jesus take a little baby to heaven? Would he ever meet his brother or sister? We worked through it. We talked to him about how Jesus is the only sure thing in life– and how by trusting in Jesus’s plan, we can have peace. Slowly, he started to forget. The questions went away. The tears stopped.
But now, with last week’s ultrasound as the catalyst, he’s started to have nightmares about Jesus taking this baby– the brother he’s so excited about. He’s woken up nearly every night for a week, in tears, scared that Jesus has taken his brother to heaven. He’s come down and asked me if we can go back to the doctor and check to make sure he’s still moving, that his little heart is still beating.
And I’m not sure how to help him. We pray together, we talk about trusting Jesus, we talk about God’s promises, but he’s five years old and the reality is that he’s superexcited about his baby brother– and superscared that something is going to happen.
Any advice? How should I deal with this?