Thursday, May 20, 2010

My Night Terror

When we were picking names for The Big One, it took so much discussion. WE never once considered the meaning of her name, when we settled on something we both loved. I think this may have been a huge mistake. Her name means something along the lines of "night demon" or "night terror".
NO really, it does.

And it fits.

The Big One has always been a terrible sleeper. Terrible. As a child, she never slept. She just stayed up and cried for days on end. She would only sleep if you were holding her. It was pure torture to put her down at night. There was screaming, crying, wailing, pleading, from both parent and child, each night. Really, it was bad. As she has gotten older, the problems have changed, but she is still a terrible sleeper in many ways.

Now that she is bigger, with much longer legs, it quite painful in a very different way to sleep with her.

If The Girls often end up sleeping with my in my queen size bed. This should be no big deal for one adult and two children, one of whom is still pretty small. I put The Big One on the far side, The Little One in the middle, and me on the near side of the bed. Some how, though, I always end up getting kicked by The Big One all night long! A couple of nights ago, I woke up with her head laying on me, and her body across her sister. I had to move her back into position. Last night, I woke up feeling feet on The Little One. It took me a moment in my sleepy stupor to realize that it was The Big One. She had moved so that her head was at the foot of the bed, and she was laying her feet on her sister's stomach. I have no idea how this happened. I immediately tried to move her, but I couldn't pick her up where she was. I had to wake her. She was so out of it, she just started crying. She stood straight up on the bed, and wouldn't move, just stood there crying. It was fantastic to try to deal with a 3am. I eventually got her into position and as soon as her head hit the pillow all was well again, OR at least as well as it can be when she somehow manages to continue kicking me across her sister.

However odd the definition of her name may be, I have to say, her name is fitting. I don't know if that means we cursed her into being the worlds worst sleeper, or if it is pure coincidence, but it fits. I often wonder if we had named her something with a more peaceful meaning, if she would have been a better sleeper, but such is life. She is who she is, and I love her just as she is, terrible sleeping habits and all.