tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post9043152826886944010..comments2023-11-02T07:53:45.876-07:00Comments on Girl's Gone Child: Nightmares on Crib SheetsGIRL'S GONE CHILDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07130764109593048451noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-9513293968931989532007-08-16T10:18:00.000-07:002007-08-16T10:18:00.000-07:00I am the friend that lead Marla here. I must convi...I am the friend that lead Marla here. I must convince her to come to BlogHer with me next year so that you two can meet.<BR/><BR/>I didn't read all the comments, but might be his rear molars. My husband had night terrors with each new tooth, and sometimes with the need to pee as he was night training. He would dream of soft things going hard and giant things enveloping him.<BR/><BR/>I also had terrible nightmares -- mostly about being bitten by dogs and something to do with the Pink Panther and a wicker basket. Go figure. Always had to do with my need to pee in the night but being unable to wake myself up. Sometimes I would open my eyes and still see the dream before me. Very scary.<BR/><BR/>Nate of course, inherited the teething nightmares too. I found him screaming a few times, completely unaware of my presence. It passes, but if you've experienced the same, it's extra hard on you.scarbie dollhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15067032043776994982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-90465905935951711512007-08-16T09:42:00.000-07:002007-08-16T09:42:00.000-07:00A friend pointed me toward this post, pointing out...A friend pointed me toward this post, pointing out similiarities between us and I just wanted to share with you:<BR/><BR/>http://hellojosephine.blogspot.com/2005/04/silent-scream.html<BR/><BR/>Maybe it will help, maybe not.<BR/><BR/>But blogging makes you care about people you don't evn know.Marlahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14371090863501343412noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-68070999843029167532007-08-13T13:07:00.000-07:002007-08-13T13:07:00.000-07:00He's just about 2 now, right? This was exactly whe...He's just about 2 now, right? This was exactly when the nightmares started for my Peanut, who will be 3 in October. It lasted for several months--every night she woke up screaming, afraid of alligators and "big bad wolves" and who knows what else, and either my husband or I had to sit there with her until she fell back asleep. We were going crazy trying to figure out what to do for her, and then suddenly one day it just stopped. She's only had the occasional nightmare since then. We have no idea why it started and stopped as suddenly as it did.<BR/><BR/>Oh, and that seersucker suit kills me! That is too cute!Frauleinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07905145889568999476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-34402804716716023062007-08-13T10:20:00.000-07:002007-08-13T10:20:00.000-07:00kisses on your ass. love you.kisses on your ass. love you.BITE MY COOKIEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10861685660549332518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-81605163995764699982007-08-13T10:00:00.000-07:002007-08-13T10:00:00.000-07:00Beautiful post. I love your insight, GGC.I am sor...Beautiful post. I love your insight, GGC.<BR/><BR/>I am sorry he's having a rough time. I hope this is a short phase and not 5 years long.Ginahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07950880083795695746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-22354691444648196852007-08-12T18:38:00.000-07:002007-08-12T18:38:00.000-07:00I used to have horrible vampire dreams when I was ...I used to have horrible vampire dreams when I was young. For years and years, vampire nightmares. Now my daughter has started talking and whimpering in her sleep. I think there's just been too much going on in our lives this past year and that it's starting to invade her sleep. I feel honored to be the one she wants when she wakes up upset.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-62722942864947569112007-08-12T13:14:00.000-07:002007-08-12T13:14:00.000-07:00I wasn't sure if Blogger supports WordPress trackb...I wasn't sure if Blogger supports WordPress trackbacks or pings or whatever, but I referenced your post:<BR/><BR/>http://daisybones.wordpress.com/2007/08/12/how-much-of-our-parenting-style-comes-from-our-parents/<BR/><BR/>Pretty, eloquent blog:)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03658035592004702333noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-35785383174340916692007-08-12T02:11:00.000-07:002007-08-12T02:11:00.000-07:00The realization that I'm the mommy still blows me ...The realization that I'm the mommy still blows me away. I have to answer the tough questions and be the strong one, when I still need my mom.Meemohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14097227932245447166noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-58484735594566986932007-08-11T21:12:00.000-07:002007-08-11T21:12:00.000-07:00even at 30something, i still run to my mother's ho...even at 30something, i still run to my mother's home.<BR/><BR/>she's my beacon in an otherwise stormy existence.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03042060446755347826noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-71173101223028752462007-08-11T11:13:00.000-07:002007-08-11T11:13:00.000-07:00My kids mostly just have fever nightmares but have...My kids mostly just have fever nightmares but have always talked in their sleep, it's funny, when my son talks in his sleep his minor little speech issue (the r's l's) is gone! How can that be?<BR/><BR/>Here's to sleep-filled, nightmareless nights~Trentinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10314750289270097240noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-33202408344158870622007-08-11T08:54:00.000-07:002007-08-11T08:54:00.000-07:00Did you ever think that Archer might be having nig...Did you ever think that Archer might be having nightmares about... ANTS! Ants marching! OHMIGOD marching ONE BY ONE! marchingmarchingmarchingmarching ants! Noooooooo! red and black shiny shiny ants all marching in lockstep thousands and thousands marching without ceasing. Horrible, horrible marching ants. Marching on their skinny ant legs, rhythmically clicking their mandibles as they MARCH?<BR/>Just thought I'd throw that out there.Jersey Guyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13246142027129014392noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-91437819148787971602007-08-11T08:38:00.000-07:002007-08-11T08:38:00.000-07:00you won't be able to protect him forever, but you ...you won't be able to protect him forever, but you have the opportunity to raise him into a strong, loving conscious human being who will not be stopped by fear. from your post, i have faith that you will.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-50205937015610384952007-08-11T07:34:00.000-07:002007-08-11T07:34:00.000-07:00i used to have a nightmare about a big hairy monst...i used to have a nightmare about a big hairy monster with a giant slimy hand. i would wake up crying. had to learn how to put myself back to sleep. archer is lucky to have you to help him. my children have me. i hope they know that. ~jjlibraAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-25073585349706960292007-08-10T21:28:00.000-07:002007-08-10T21:28:00.000-07:00Oh my gosh. I remember those night-after-nights w...Oh my gosh. I remember those night-after-nights with my son who, fortunately, would almost always fall right back asleep if I curled up with him or lay on the floor (later a foamie) next to him and sang "Rockabye Baby" and, oddly, "On Top of Old Smokey." It was more often simple anxiety than outright nightmares but trying none the less.<BR/><BR/>Our daughter was either a lot more confident or a lot less insomniac because she generally slept right through unless there was a real problem. Except when she got night terrors and oh boy was that hard! Hard not least because there's just nothing you can do -- it's harmless, sure, but you can't wake them, you're maybe not even supposed to try, and they're howling with eyes staring-at-nothing so hard you understand where stories of ghosts and possession might have arisen. She almost never remembered them, and they only lasted for a couple of weeks, but eeeyyikes! The only possible bright spot of the whole thing is she referred to them as her "night terribles." Adorable, yes, but I'd have given anything to have spared her, and us, the distress.<BR/><BR/>As for the perils and nightmares of adulthood... I think the real answer for me is sort of like yours -- when I became a parent my own occasional nightmares became no better or worse, no more frequent or less, but when I woke there's nothing more calming than getting up to check on the children, feel their chests rising rhythmically, hear their little snuffles and snorts when they shift position, and smelling shampoo (if you're lucky) or little-kid sweat (more likely) in their hair.<BR/><BR/>I dunno. Somehow knowing I can be there for them makes my own bad dreams, though no less bad, a whole lot easier to cope with.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post, GGC.figleafhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01440982008394316977noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-62278948659355016262007-08-10T20:29:00.000-07:002007-08-10T20:29:00.000-07:00My son woke up screeching tonight and my husband s...My son woke up screeching tonight and my husband simply hushed him back to sleep. I didn't think much about it, but now I want to curl up beside him...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-90748657574721891072007-08-10T16:25:00.000-07:002007-08-10T16:25:00.000-07:00I feel the same way - how the hell can I be a grow...I feel the same way - how the hell can I be a grown-up when all I want to do sometimes is run home to my mommy and have her protect me? I look at my son and wonder how I can protect him and care for him when I feel like such a child myself. But I keep soldiering on, and he has that same look on his face that I remember from my own childhood - the one that says "you are my protector and I love you and I feel safe with you", and I realize it doesn't matter how childish I feel, I really am an adult, and I really am doing okay at it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-91228739984599931292007-08-10T15:24:00.000-07:002007-08-10T15:24:00.000-07:00As much as I loved this post, I hate to hear about...As much as I loved this post, I hate to hear about the nightmares. I hope tonight is better.<BR/><BR/>Given my choice, I'd rather be the parent - the one who has the perspective to offer comfort. Being a child is too hard.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-86744288457466268792007-08-10T14:40:00.000-07:002007-08-10T14:40:00.000-07:00What a beautiful post.What a beautiful post.Zellmerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17205730682765977056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-66968545506226372032007-08-10T12:43:00.000-07:002007-08-10T12:43:00.000-07:00I had night terrors as a youngster and in fact sti...I had night terrors as a youngster and in fact still have them to this day. They're horrific. Thankfully I don't suffer from them chronically, but once every 6 months or so it's truly horrendous.<BR/><BR/>My daughter started having night terrors around 3. nothing like hearing your young child scream bloody murder to jolt you into panic mode in the wee morning hours. They're fairly common and unfortunately, not a lot can be done about them. Soothing bedtimes may or not play a role because night terrors are different than nightmares, which seem to be controllable to a degree.<BR/><BR/>Best of luck, momma.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14787799034553148596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-33088273356789534132007-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:002007-08-10T12:19:00.000-07:00My son has those night terrors. I hate them. The...My son has those night terrors. I hate them. The white pasty skin, the vacant eyes and trembling body. But I absolutely love that all it takes to make it stop is one hug from me...then he slides into bed and passes back out. How awesome that we are the safe harbor for our children and not the cause of their nightmares.Mamalanghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00200657325831762553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-49594723032933889582007-08-10T12:11:00.000-07:002007-08-10T12:11:00.000-07:00That was so beautifully written. Thank you !That was so beautifully written. Thank you !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-61260555990698356212007-08-10T11:20:00.000-07:002007-08-10T11:20:00.000-07:00My earliest memory is waking from a nightmare. I ...My earliest memory is waking from a nightmare. I still have very vivid nightmares and dreams and yes, I wish I could go and curl up with my mom.<BR/><BR/>Bumper has had her share of nightmares and each time it tears my heart up a little - all I can do it hug, rock, and cuddle. I wish I could scare off the meanies and make everything sunshine and lollypops. Damn, parenthood is a hard job.motherbumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-5156909983875893492007-08-10T11:03:00.000-07:002007-08-10T11:03:00.000-07:00Hi, I've been reading/lurking for about a month no...Hi, I've been reading/lurking for about a month now, but I still have those nightmares, or those nights when I'm just inconsolable. I have a huge phobia of the dark and I'm terrified to pass it on to my kids. I don't want them to know the gripping fear I feel when the lights go out. My youngest is my safety. He just comes in to my room (yeah, how backwards are we) and he's the one that snuggles to me and rubs my cheek until I go back to sleep. Then he slips back to his room. I don't get it but he does. He just gets this look like "Mom, I get it, I understand and I'll be here until you fall asleep." There's no other face I'd rather see at 3am than his.Tryshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12015558574935923623noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-77423777450346519612007-08-10T10:45:00.000-07:002007-08-10T10:45:00.000-07:00What a great post. So true. Thanks for putting i...What a great post. So true. Thanks for putting it in words so eloquently.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18751784.post-12967939570424503322007-08-10T10:29:00.000-07:002007-08-10T10:29:00.000-07:00Amen, sister. You hit so close to home here. I so ...Amen, sister. You hit so close to home here. I so want to protect my daughter from life, but I also still want to be protected by my parents. Oh, the complexities of growing up and becoming an adult. Thanks for articulating so perfectly what so many of us feel.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com