SOTZ Update
Aug. 16th, 2007 01:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakGaaaaahhhh.
Let's see.
Last week, he awoke three times within the course of a single night, screaming. Not the fretful "I'm all alone and Tigger can't hug me baaaacckkkk..." crying. Not the "I had a nightmare! Mommymommymommy!!" wailing. And nothing like the typical "Mommy, how dare you (leave me in the playpen to go potty/toss me in the crib so you can take a quick shower because I sneezed strained green beans all over you/put me in the high chair to cook yourself ramen/not tote me about and focus on me every single INSTANT)???!!" pissed off baby-Doscher-in-training howls. I'm used to those.
Nope, this was fullblown screams of terror. First time, I charged into the room, convinced he'd managed to climb partway out of the crib for the first time and landed on his head. I was greeted by the sight of a barely awake little Zodling, hair tousled, eyes bleary, clawing his way up the crib railings like a tiny sea monster, in mortal terror.
Poor baby. ::cuddles in absentia::
Did that two more times that night. I am at a loss as to why. According to my books, he's too young for night terrors. A tooth did emerge this weekend, but he's never reacted like *that* during nocturnal teething before.
Saturday night, woke up at four am. Refused to be rocked back to sleep. I stalked downstiars, set him up in the swing, popped some Old School Sesame Street in the DVD player, and hid under a blanket on the couch. That worked for only half an hour. Took him on my lap and bounced him as we watched the DVD until breakfast time at 6.
Last night. Ooohhhhhh, last night.
Woke me up at 3:30 am. Took fortyfive minutes to get him back to sleep. No terror-screaming, thank God, just fretful crying.
Reawoke at 6:15 am right around his usual wakeup time. Brighteyed and bushy-tailed. Of course. Fell asleep for a morning nap just before 8 - which only lasted half an hour. Just enough time for me to start drifting off to sleep myself. >_<
And as of 1 pm, he's down for another nap. Fought it tooth and nail, the little baka. Kept demanding I pick him up and cuddle him while standing, then struggling loose, then demanding to be picked up again.
I'd sleep, but I need food and to get a baby bag packed. I am so sick of the house right now; I need to go out for a bit, even if it's just to Target. (Besides, I need Dr. Pepper. Sweet sweet caffiene.... I am so falling off the caffiene wagon today.)
My apologies to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geoduck for flaking out on my promsie to comment on that stuff; my aplogies to willz for not being on AIM much; and my apologies to everyone else for not posting much.
Deb: Your grandson's on tooth number seven. :D I'd take a picture, but he keeps hiding it with his tongue when I try getting a good look at it.
Let's see.
Last week, he awoke three times within the course of a single night, screaming. Not the fretful "I'm all alone and Tigger can't hug me baaaacckkkk..." crying. Not the "I had a nightmare! Mommymommymommy!!" wailing. And nothing like the typical "Mommy, how dare you (leave me in the playpen to go potty/toss me in the crib so you can take a quick shower because I sneezed strained green beans all over you/put me in the high chair to cook yourself ramen/not tote me about and focus on me every single INSTANT)???!!" pissed off baby-Doscher-in-training howls. I'm used to those.
Nope, this was fullblown screams of terror. First time, I charged into the room, convinced he'd managed to climb partway out of the crib for the first time and landed on his head. I was greeted by the sight of a barely awake little Zodling, hair tousled, eyes bleary, clawing his way up the crib railings like a tiny sea monster, in mortal terror.
Poor baby. ::cuddles in absentia::
Did that two more times that night. I am at a loss as to why. According to my books, he's too young for night terrors. A tooth did emerge this weekend, but he's never reacted like *that* during nocturnal teething before.
Saturday night, woke up at four am. Refused to be rocked back to sleep. I stalked downstiars, set him up in the swing, popped some Old School Sesame Street in the DVD player, and hid under a blanket on the couch. That worked for only half an hour. Took him on my lap and bounced him as we watched the DVD until breakfast time at 6.
Last night. Ooohhhhhh, last night.
Woke me up at 3:30 am. Took fortyfive minutes to get him back to sleep. No terror-screaming, thank God, just fretful crying.
Reawoke at 6:15 am right around his usual wakeup time. Brighteyed and bushy-tailed. Of course. Fell asleep for a morning nap just before 8 - which only lasted half an hour. Just enough time for me to start drifting off to sleep myself. >_<
And as of 1 pm, he's down for another nap. Fought it tooth and nail, the little baka. Kept demanding I pick him up and cuddle him while standing, then struggling loose, then demanding to be picked up again.
I'd sleep, but I need food and to get a baby bag packed. I am so sick of the house right now; I need to go out for a bit, even if it's just to Target. (Besides, I need Dr. Pepper. Sweet sweet caffiene.... I am so falling off the caffiene wagon today.)
My apologies to
geoduck for flaking out on my promsie to comment on that stuff; my aplogies to willz for not being on AIM much; and my apologies to everyone else for not posting much.Deb: Your grandson's on tooth number seven. :D I'd take a picture, but he keeps hiding it with his tongue when I try getting a good look at it.
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Date: 2007-08-16 11:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-17 01:54 am (UTC)Meaning, basically, there are times to forget what the book says and go by what you see and know is happening.
Shelby did night terrors for a while. It was almost like a sleep walking state. She definitely wasn't asleep, but she definitely not awake and with it, either; it was very much like she couldn't hear or see us. My mom told me that my brother used to do the same thing. Her cure for it was to get him up and walking on the cold tile floor in the kitchen....that was apparently enough to wake him up enough so he could go back to sleep properly.
That never worked with Shelby. Her I would take out the the family room (conveniently at the other end of the house) and I would put the TV on something very monotone and soothing. The real estate listing channel worked well. She eventually would settle down. I don't know for sure if the TV helped, but it sure didn't hurt.
Hang in there. The nice thing about little kids is they DO grow out of things more quickly than you can imagine. Of course, they just grow in to new things, but that's all part of it.