You know, when you first discover you are pregnant you imagine so much of what life will be like with your child. You imagine her first steps or her first time on a merry-go-round or having picnics in the park. So many joys and experiences await you and you can’t wait to experience every single one of them.
However, there is one experience that mother’s don’t imagine. And even if they do imagine it, they are never quite prepared for the joy that is NIGHT TERROR.
Yeah, so, last night after tennis we came home and she washed up and went to bed. She was super motivated to go to bed because of the fun she is going to have today. I had to log back into to work, so she went to sleep without much fuss.
I logged off at midnight and by 1215 I was drifting off to sleep. At 12:24 I was awakened to the sound of her screaming. It wasn’t the “I want my mommy” or “I have an ouchie” scream. It was full on “I’m being eaten alive by rabid dogs” or “I’m being chased through the forest by a man with a chainsaw” scream.
I ran to her room and she was thrashing about and just…screaming. Her eyes were open but I’m not really sure if she was awake. I tried to console her to no avail. I started offering her anything to make her happy and calm down- mommy’s bed, chocolate milk, juice, candy. None of it worked. She just kept screaming.
I immediately started visioning the girl in the Exorcist. Wait, what was her name? It was…oh yes…REGAN!
BT-Dubs, had I known that the child’s name in the Exorcist was Regan, I totally would not have named her Regan. She would be Carter. Or Harper. I really can’t believe no one told me!
Anyway, after what seemed like an hour but was probably only 15 minutes she started to calm down. I bribed her with pink fruit water and some TV. We got on the couch and she layed on top of me whimpering and sipping through her straw. They she asked for a sucker and I obliged. After a while she asked if we could go get in mommy’s bed which we did.
By the time it was all over it was probably close to 2am. And this morning when she opened her eyes she smiled and said, “Mommy, U-P is up!”
I’ll be dragging all day and she doesn’t even remember!
Have you ever experienced night terrors with your children? How did you get through it?