Ever since Holden got to the age of where I had read that he was old enough to begin dreaming, i’ve basically been harassing him to tell me what he dreamed about. He would always look at me like I had 3 eyes, so I tried to explain the process the best I could to him.
“When you close your eyes and fall asleep, sometimes you can see things happening like you’re awake. I bet you could even dream about Lightning McQueen and candy”
I guessed that this would encourage him to tell me what was going on once his eyes were closed, as those were (and still are) his two favorite things in the entire world. Typical.
Try all I might, I could still never get him to tell me about his dreams, even to this day. And I fear my suggesting those two things as subjects to dream about has confused him for life, because now each and every time I ask him what he dreamed about, that is his answer. That, and only that. And I am pretty damn positive he is NOT dreaming about Lightning McQueen and candy every day of the friggin’ week.
For all I know, the kid doesn’t dream at all… and what I wouldn’t give to know what’s going on in that wacky brain of his while he sleeps.
All that being said, I was not prepared for Parker to start dreaming so early, and not even to start dreaming, but it to start effecting him in negative ways.
The most Holden ever did late at night was to wake up just to annoy us, not because he had a bad dream and wanted to snuggle up with us because he was too scared to go back into his own bed (which I did countless times as a child).
Much to my dismay, Parker still refuses to nap in his bed during the day. There was ONE day where he slept in there for 3 hours, and since then we’ve had no luck. I’ve just sort of gotten into the routine of having him sleep next to me and using my lap as a footrest for his bony little heels to dig into.
A blissful existence? Maybe not, but it is what it is, and if he’s going to sleep… i’m going to take it however I can get it. I NEED and CRAVE those few hours of peaceful slumber during the day (not for me, but for them).
Typically he sleeps pretty well other than the kicking of my pelvic bone, but he rarely if ever wakes up from nap time until it’s time to wake up.
Today, on the other hand, didn’t go the way it usually does.
There I was, fiddling around on the computer and watching my soaps as I usually do when he popped up from his nap, screeching and reaching out for me, eyes only half open.
I jumped the fuck out of my seat. He’s lucky I didn’t drop the computer or there would have been hell to pay.
Thinking it was a one time rare and random occurrence, I placed him back down and rubbed his stomach until he rolled over and went back to sleep again.
Not long later, it happened again- terrifying screeches and arms outreached, but eyes never really opening. And then again not long after that.
After consulting with some friends, they informed me that Parker is probably having night terrors… during the day.
And he woke up none-too-pleased. Like a prude after sex “DON’T YOU TOUCH ME!” kind of mad.
I know this is a normal thing for small children to experience, but like a lot of other things, I am new to it. I enjoy my sleep, especially now with both kids sleeping through the night- I am not going to be pleased if the kid wakes up shrieking like a banshee at 3am. Yes, DUH, I will feel bad for him- but as a mom we all know it’s always about US.
My question when it comes to things like this is: what in the hell could they be dreaming about that is SO scary? What exactly have they been through that they could find terrifying enough to have terrors in their sleep? They have someone to feed them, bathe them, clothe them, and even wipe their asses for them. If they shit themselves, THEY don’t have to clean it up, WE do. If they vomit all over the place, it’s not their problem, it’s OURS.
So what, pray tell, could he possibly be having nightmares about? Spilling sippy cups that never stop spilling and no one picks up? Killer vacuum cleaners? Toothbrushes made of chicken nuggets (he hates nuggets)?
These are the times where I wish I could crawl inside their tiny yet gigantically proportioned heads and figure out what the fuck is going on in there.
Penny for your thoughts never seemed like such a good deal.
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