Definitely Daddy's baby girl....

Ever seen a child going through a Night Terror.....well I think I have. BG has always been known to have a feisty temper, and whether she gets that from me or her Dad is the subject of much debate. Well frequently the girl goes through this "thing" where she wakes up and nothing can console her, not her "bobee" (bottle), her "bee" (blanket), no rocking with mom, not singing or eating, N..O..T..H..I..N..G! I mean it, nothing at all.

So tonight is definately the worst night ever that I have experienced of this. She screamed for two hours or more. Mr. B and I were in her room singing Christmas carols at one point, to no avail. (althought in the middle of the chorus of Jingle Bells, she did give us a weak little "hey")I was chatting with several friends on FaceBook on my mobile when it was all going on, waiting patiently in her room for it to stop and someone suggested Night Terrors. But I thought those were in her sleep (literally eyes shut, but screaming...)...more on that later.

So I was about to give up on the kid, afterall the neighbors were probably hunkered down out front waiting to call the cops on me because it sounded like I was really neglecting my girl, or beating her for that matter. But I was right beside her the whole time, trying to console her.

The situation grows worse by the minute, here she is WIDE AWAKE, screaming bloody murder every time I come near her and God forbid I try to hold her....she would paw at me, push me away...and then start throwing herself all over the crib, banging her head here and there, kicking at anything that moved. Mr. B tried to play with her while she was in the floor and she cranked her head on the side of the closet. About that time, I noticed the look had changed in her eyes. She was still crying, but what had been clearly staring through us, was now looking at her brother and mommy like, what is going on?? I decided to try my last resort.....Daddy. I called and put him on speaker phone, and like a voice from the Gods, she reacted to him. She suddenly became interested, even holding the phone up to her ears, listening to hear his voice, making sweet babbly conversation, obviously a little shaken up.

Suddenly she looks at me all confused, reaches out and says, Bobee and hugs her bottle close, then bee, and tugs at her blanket. Then she looks at me as starts to tear up and says Mah-meee, and turns around and sits her tushy square in my lap, all the while talking to Daddy on the phone. What a relief. I swear she wasn't going to give in tonight and it had me a little scared for a while. Nobody wants to see their child react with fear towards them....

So once she and brother were settled down for the night, some two hours after the start of it all, I googled Night Terrors and it pretty much described what we'd been through. THANK GOD that she doesn't have them frequently, I do hope that she does grow out of them. I felt pretty helpless. Although, Daddy probably has the big head and thinks that all she needed was to hear his voice....hrumph. If you say so. It is sorta funny that she never has these while he's home.....