Last night my son woke up at about 1:30 AM coughing. It was a wet cough. My wife was very worried because he has mild asthma and twice before we have had to rush him to the children's hospital due to an asthma attack in the night. After some discussion we decided that she would take him to the hospital just to be sure, and I would stay home with our other child.
About three hours later I woke up when I heard them come in. The diagnosis was good. He just has a cold. We put him back to bed and then we crawled back into our bed. I settled in on my side to go back to sleep. My wife was lying on her back. I heard her sigh. It dawned on me that after all of that stress she would probably have trouble falling asleep again. She has spent more than one night lying awake, listening to him breath across the hall.
I asked her if she wanted to be cuddled. She said yes. I rolled to her side of the bed and cuddled her. I focused on relaxing myself and sending her warm, loving energy. Within about ten minutes she had fallen asleep. I rolled back to my side and went to sleep myself. It felt good to be able to give her the comfort she needed.
One year ago I would have told her to stop worrying and try to get some sleep. That would have been no help to her. She needed some comforting touch and that was what she got.