A dream passes quickly through my mind...ever increasing in its attempt to keep me captivated.  I want to stay there yet I cannot.  Reality beckons, it doesn't know the dark of night from the light of day...and I rise.  The dream disappears as if an etch-a-sketch was my palette...never to flurry through my slumber again.   The faint glow of Ella's room guides me to her.  She is still crying, screaming, or just whimpering for one of us to come in and care for her; anything from a simple body rotation to a more complicated hidden pain or discomfort.  Between parent and child the task is completed.  As she wanders off into her sleep I stay and watch her stats (oxygenation & heart rate) to make sure she is deeply asleep.  The walk back to our bedroom is tenuous as I wonder if I will make it back under the covers before she cries out again. It varies, but sometimes it's easy to for me to get back to sleep and other times it's not.  Eithe...