6am - Woke up to a Gibbie saying she had a bad dream. Let her crawl into bed with us.
6:45am - Finally fell back to sleep.
7am - Alarm wakes me up, I reach to turn it off, is my back wet? Oh dear God, she peed on me and my bed.
7:02am - Get Gibbie changed
7:05am - Warn the hubs about the wet spot, throw a towel on it, jump in the shower.
7:30am to 8am - Beg Gibbie to eat.
8am- Get Gibbie dressed.
8:15am to 8:50am - Drive to school in pouring rain and flooded streets with people who are either too stupid to slow down in the FLOODING rain or just don’t give a fuck about their lives or anyone else’s.
9am - Gibbie is safe in class, I have to drive to get blood work done.
9:45am - Find out that the lab in the clinic I always go to has been shut down and I will now have to go to the hospital for blood work.
10:15am - Sit at the hospital waiting for blood work and pray to God that my biological mother’s son (I can’t even consider him a half brother) who works at the hospital doesn’t see me and report back to his mother that I’m pregnant.
Grocery shopping, putting away groceries, and doodling instead of cleaning happens.
2pm - Pick up Gibbie in the rain, she’s only a little disappointing about not going to play on the playground, drive home, have two people swerve around me to only almost lose control of their cars (idiots), and finally get home safely.
2:40pm - All hell brakes loose. Gibbie refuses to wash melted chocolate off her hands which leads to a tantrum in which she hits me, she’s told to have a time out which leads to a flip out, she sits in her time out chair and flips it backwards banging her head on the wood floor, flips out some more, gets medicine, calms down, then freaks out a little more about having to have a time out.
3pm - 30 minute quiet time without leap pad which means by now she’s probably asleep which means I get a tiny break before round two.
Only 4 hours and a few minutes to bed time, I can do this!
Dropped of the Gibs at preschool.
Had second ultrasound since the baby wouldn’t fully cooperate with the first and got confirmation that baby is definitely a girl.
Put away groceries.
Sit for five minutes.
Pick the Gibs up from preschool.
The rest is a blur of playing, laundry, and cooking. I’m not sure why/how I’m still awake.
I’m 80% sure Gibbie suffers from night terrors. Maybe it’s a little less serious than that but I’m starting to do some research on it see what’s happening. I’ve read that terrors usually happen in the earlier part of the night while nightmares are later. Last night we had both! Oh, and she’s a sleep walker!
She “woke up” screaming again about 11pm, same times almost every night. She’s never fully awake actually and it usually takes some cuddles and reassuring to get her to lay back down.
Then at 5:20 this morning I’m assuming she was sleep walking and she hit her head really hard and actually woke up screaming. It took a little while to calm her on that one. A few minutes after I put her in bed she has to go to the bathroom and starts crying hysterically again. Her nose was just running but since she had a rather traumatic and terrifying nose bleed last week she thought she was bleeding. After assuring her it wasn’t blood and tucking her back in bed I’m up for at least another hour before finally falling asleep.
At about 7:20 she called into bed with us and told us about a scary dream she had and we all cuddled. My husband is incredible. He got up with her and let me sleep for another hour.
Anyone have experience with night terrors? Anything we can do about it?
So the hubs is watching this movie called All Is Lost and there is absolutely no dialogue. This is the insane difference between he and I, an introvert and an extrovert. The movie is about “our man” played by Robert Redford and he’s on a boat in the middle of the ocean by himself. The Hubs says he would love not speaking to anyone for days. I, on the other hand, started talking to myself halfway through my day yesterday when I realized I hadn’t said anything since dropping Gibbie off at school!