tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post1655840814327797152..comments2024-01-10T07:53:01.708-06:00Comments on { the papyrus basket }: the tod life.Laurahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13859987330924544890noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post-89259640830593056082012-08-20T05:47:52.150-05:002012-08-20T05:47:52.150-05:00I read your blog post, randomly looking at other p...I read your blog post, randomly looking at other peoples blogs, and felt like I was reading about my own childhood between the ages of 4 and 9, 10, maybe even 11. My mother and father would be sitting in our living room after putting my brother, sister and I to bed and then an hour later, they would hear me screaming bloody murder and run to my bedside to find me crying, but unable to remember why. <br /><br />I remember at a certain age, waking up screaming and crying and running downstairs to them and sitting on my mom's lap, but not knowing why I was upset. <br /><br />Years and years later, as these instances decreased in frequency and became a once a year or twice a year occurrence, I realized what they were when I heard a term for them either in a psychology book or perhaps even on Oprah. Night terrors. <br />Similar to having a night mare they are scary, but I was never able to remember what was happening or why I was scared. I began trying to search for the answer about 13-16 years of age but all I was able to do was describe a "feeling" that I had during these "night terrors". Being spiritual and believing in past lives, I thought maybe I had tuned into something from a past life, perhaps my own death? But that's neither here-nor-there. <br /><br />I hope I'm not causing you more concern but opening a door to another possibility of why she may be waking upset in the middle of the night. Your story just sounded so similar to mine, waking multiple times and starting when I was just around the late-toddler age. Maybe night terrors are the cause? <br /><br />Hope it passes soon, but don't worry about it and get rest yourself so that you can be your best for her! <br /><br />Good luck!kateypantshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04167081708181642256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post-53516112173359576652012-08-16T08:47:54.157-05:002012-08-16T08:47:54.157-05:00So sorry you're having to deal with this. My ...So sorry you're having to deal with this. My mom has always told me (and I find myself repeating it to myself over and over) that "This too shall pass." Hang in there :)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02464753619246714946noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post-64174390221420356212012-08-15T16:25:34.128-05:002012-08-15T16:25:34.128-05:00Do you think it could be bad dreams? I remember v...Do you think it could be bad dreams? I remember vividly as a child having nightmares and going to my parents' room every single night. Avery and Braden seemed to inherit that trait from me. They both have gone through spurts of waking up. Braden's was the worst (right before Bennett made his arrival, which freaked me out because I knew we were already going to be sleep deprived). With Braden, we even resorted to taking turns sleeping on the floor the rest of the night after he woke up because I was determined to keep him in his bed. But there were those nights we did rotate around, Kenny going to B's bed, leaving me behind in our bed with two giant blocks of feet finding their way between my ribs. We finally decided that was doing none of us good, so everytime he came in, we took him back to his bed, stayed in there for a bit, then left. It was rough, as you know, expecting the cries every single night, but eventually, after one night of Kenny threatening him within an inch of his life (we started to sense it was becoming a habit and not a fear), he started sleeping again. <br /><br />I say all that to say that there will be an end...at some point. Who knows when though, and I hope and pray that it will be sooner rather than later! Jameynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post-57090122810134384262012-08-15T16:03:36.290-05:002012-08-15T16:03:36.290-05:00Yes, that is weird. Ha! :-)Yes, that is weird. Ha! :-)Laurahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13859987330924544890noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24492571.post-70051011975802619062012-08-15T15:51:03.991-05:002012-08-15T15:51:03.991-05:00Funny...when I was a kid (and actually older than ...Funny...when I was a kid (and actually older than Natalie) I wanted someone with me as I fell asleep. It helped a lot when my sister got old enough that we shared a room and a double bed. For some reason, I felt lonely and left out and sad when it was time to go to bed, even if I was exhausted. I don't know what my deal was. I think it might be my personality, though, because I still hated going to bed even as a young adult, but now that Russ is there, I don't mind when it's time to go to sleep. Weird, huh?Rachelnoreply@blogger.com