Is it normal that my 5-year-old twin boys sleep with us?
My five-year-old twin boys, James and Samuel, keep having a reoccuring nightmare, every single night.
They sleep in the same room, always have, but recently they've been drifting in to sleep with us from about 11p.m.
At school they're studying the Romans. They learned a little about Roman centurians, and they are super frightened. To be honest, I can't quite work out how schools could scare kids that much. They aren't faking it, either. My oldest-by-nine-minutes, James, nearly threw up crying before 'Romans Day', and Samuel picked up on it (twinpathic!) and got a bit of an upset stomach, too. They're usually pretty lively, energetic little boys.
Anyway, me and my hubby John were just settling in for the night at 11p.m., when out came a knock at the door, and two tear-streaked twins stumbled in, runny-nosed and sniffling, explaining that they'd had a nightmare. "I kept dreaming about the Roman centurian," Samuel said, and quickly James agreed. We let them sleep with us, but they've become so scared that John and I have to occupy the outside of the bed, with the twins in the middle.
This has been going on for several weeks now, and we don't know what to do. We put them to bed at seven-thirty to eight-ish in their own beds and they go off fine, albeit with a little convincing, only to wake up in a cold sweat. When we refused to let them in our bed, they cried, screaming to the point where they actually struck out at my husband, John, who scooped them up and held them close until they calmed down.
No amount of reasoning seems to settle their fretful minds. My husband's elder brother Kevin is adored by my sons. James (at age five) is planning to be a lawyer 'just like Uncle Kevin' but even his lawful reason couldn't do it.
John tries most nights to put them to bed, it seems to work better, until the usual fiasco at eleven.
It's tough because John's 25, I'm 24, so we're quite young. Also the customs are different in Ireland (where John's from, where we live) than in England (where I'm from - I moved to Dublin when I was 17, to be with John). Over here the parents are more nurture as apposed to nature. So John likes them sleeping with us, he thinks it's cool and okay.
Sorry for the rant, but what shall we do?
Thanks
xxx