I had a pretty fitful sleep last night, and I spent most of the time between 2:30 and 5:00 in varying degrees of consciousness. During that time, Miles’s monitor was almost completely silent, save for one moment around 4:30, when he said, clear as day, “I need you to hold my hand.”
Pretty amazing that Miles is evidently more willing to obey our rules when he’s dreaming than he is when he’s awake…
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 