Catching Zs

The weather is changing and with it my Little’s sleep schedule. She always has a rough time in the Fall with night terrors and sleeplessness. Unfortunately every Fall there has been a major life shift happening and our pediatrician is hesitant to look deeper for a further diagnosis. Which, I mean can’t really fault her for that because the obvious answer would be major life changes causing Little’s internal rhythm to get knocked for a loop. 

EXCEPT: B1 is also starting with the sleep disturbances now. He woke up at 2am this morning, screaming at the top of his lungs, and wouldn’t be consoled for anything. He was dry, he was warm, he wouldn’t eat, he didn’t want to be held, but he didn’t want to be sat down. He was a mess. This lasted until about 5am when I finally just had to sit him in his crib and let him cry.

I felt bad for poor little B2 who shares a room with his brother getting rousted with squeals and screams, but there wasn’t anything I could do. Something startled B1 interrupting his sleep cycle but his awareness wasn’t quite all there. Eyes open, still in a half sleep stupor screaming because he couldn’t figure it out. 

It’s at least less scary experiencing it with B1 since I’ve already gone through it with Little. The first time Little had a night terror I about lost it. Hers started happening after her evening nap as the sun went down. She’d be snoozing and I’d be busy doing something else when out of the blue she’d start wailing at the top of her lungs. I’d always find her sitting straight up in bed just screaming. And that’s what she did until the rest of her brain caught up and she really woke up. I’d just sit there with her until she stopped screaming.

It’s really the only thing you can do for them in the middle of a night terror event. It just makes me one tired Mama. Especially considering the other Littles who did get a decent amount of sleep bounced awake promptly at 7:30 this morning. Uuuuuuuuuugh…