In my house, Nurse Mom sees plenty of nighttime action. My kids wake at midnight from coughing fits and scary dreams. They tiptoe to my bedroom in pitch darkness to inform me they need to go potty. They crawl out of bed in tears because they can’t find a favorite stuffed animal tucked deep beneath the covers. They expect me to find it. They talk in their sleep. They bump their heads on the wall. They’re thirsty. So they tap my shoulder at 2:00 a.m. asking for fresh water. Sometimes they just want to know if it’s morning yet and …
