Last night I heard a scream that I hope to never hear again. It was a stomach turning, heart stopping, terrified scream and it was coming from my baby. I ran into Greyson’s room to find the little man, in the far corner of his crib, hands flailing and screaming. I’ve never pulled him out of his crib so fast, knowing that he was having a nightmare, but terrified that it was something more. He instantly stopped screaming, but held on to me tighter than ever before. His little arms so tight around my neck, his legs wrapping around my waist, and his little face buried into my neck as if he could just get closer it would all be ok. I stood, stunned and counting heart beats, willing his little heart to beat slower, reminding myself to go ahead a breath.
Fast forward 45 minutes, and I’m still standing in the center of Greyson’s room after 4 failed attempts to get him back into his crib. I admit that I was enjoying his willingness to stay so snuggled so I came up with the brilliant idea of just taking him out onto the couch and seeing if we couldn’t just cozy up there for a few hours. Rookie mistake! I swear the minute my foot hit the hallway he knew he had won! Oh, I was smug at first, settling him down next to me and thinking how smooth I was… he was sleeping, we were cozy, life was good……. SMACK!! A small hand straight to the cheek, followed by a giggle, followed by crawling and climbing towards my feet!
Fast forward “? Hours”, “All right, that’s it, back to your crib!”
The kicker – he gladly went back to sleep in his crib!!!
Mommy – 0
Greyson – 9,999,999,952,956,321
I feel so bad when little ones have bad dreams, especially when they are not talking in full sentences and cant really tell you about it. Im sorry little Greyson and Mommy too. Scary for both of you!!! Glad that you ended your blog with a laugh though , it made the whole story less scary for Grandma to read. I hope he never has a scary dream again!!!
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