No, worse than sandpaper.
Oliver has been suffering from nightmares/ night terrors & last night was by far his worst. An hour and a half, from 3:30 AM to 5 AM of full on, bloody-murder, unresponsive screaming. He kept wiggling his way on top of me, but just couldn't seem to get close enough, which just made the situation 10 x's worse.
My heart just shatters seeing him this way.
And honestly, he probably doesn't even know it's going on or remember that it even happened once he finally wakes up.
I wish I could weasel my way inside of his little head and see what's going on, what he's dreaming of .. If he's dreaming .. fix what's scaring him.
Finally around 5 AM, after Camron & I had read several Baby Center & Web MD posts on Night Terrors & how they do not portray any sort of demonic possession (well, thank the LORD my child doesn't need an exorcism ... sheesh!) my poor guy was able to rest & relax & fall back into a normal sleep.
**Oliver has a doctor's appointment coming up on the 29th of this month, for his 15 month shots, & I hope to learn a lot more about what's going on with these scary terrors.
Around 8:30 this morning, I heard Camron saying, 'Shelby ... Shelby' over & over, & when I finally opened my eyes, he told me to look out the window.
It was snowing.
Our FIRST Colorado Snow.
"The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a magical event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment then where is it to be found?"
I woke my sweet boy, bundled him up & took him out to enjoy the winter wonderland.
He adored it, as did I.
It was so much fun watching him try to grab all the flakes and keep them trapped in his little hands.
This little snowstorm was short lived -- All the snow is already melted & they are predicting a high of 68 degrees tomorrow -- But I can't wait for so many more thick, fluffy, gorgeous snow-days to come.
catching all the flakes.
our future, oh so gnarly, sledding hill.