Night terrors

Aside from soaking sweats each night, I've also had moments of sheer panic each night since we've come home from the hospital. The first night we were home, every time Werner rolled away from me, I tackled him; I was convinced that he was holding the baby in his arms and by rolling away towards the edge of the bed, he was at risk of dropping Jakob. Now, I wake up in the middle of the night, only to find myself searching through the bedding to find the baby, convinced that he is buried in the linens.

This is why we aren't co-sleeping.