Thursday, April 8, 2010


As I type, Samantha is crying in her sleep. A nightmare. For the umpteenth time tonight. No wonder the poor child isn't a morning person. Her sleep is always interuppted. And for that matter, so is mine. At least once every night, and usually 2 or 3 or even 4 times, she cries enough that I need to go in and comfort her.

Unfortunately, she probably gets it from me. I don't remember if I had nightmares as a VERY young child, but I do remember having them beginning sometime in elementary school. And then I continued having them as an adult, particularly when I had a major life change. When I left my college town and moved in with my grandparents, I had nightmares the entire 14 months I lived there. When I got married, I had nightmares regularly for about a year. After I had Samantha, I had them for 3 or 4 months.

She has had occassional nightmares for quite some time, but it seems like they have gotten much worse in the last 6 months. And she pretty much has them every night now. When she goes to bed doesn't seem to make much difference in how often she has nightmares, nor does how tired she is. I wish I knew what I could do to help her. But hopefully she doesn't remember any more about them than "'Mantha have bad dream." And hopefully she will outgrow them.

And in the meantime, she wakes up with her hair looking like this.

I still say she's adorable!