I haven't figured this one out yet. Not in a "I-wonder-what-she-will-be-like-when-she-grows-up" way. More like a "from-which-planet-does-this-being-hale" kinda way. The above is how I found her after checking in on Addy working on a "picture" at the kitchen table. The paper was still white. Imagine that! She is one moment the sweetest (I mean ooey gooey rot your teeth sweet) as you can see above, and then next moment a fireball of furry, melting down and freaking out when a fly should buzz within her ten-foot bubble. The fireball moments seem to be winning out lately.
Here is our latest dilemma with this little enigma, maybe some of you could help me figure her out. Addy is typically a GREAT sleeper. Goes down easily and sleeps straight through the night, twelve full hours, for two and a half years! Last Thursday night, she had a fairly traumatic experience. It was around 2 am. The mister and I heard screaming coming from her room. After some investigation, we discovered she had been frightened by a cat v. bird fight taking place in our dungeon...errr...basement (the kind of basement you can only access from outside. Just a dug-out for the furnace, water heater, etc). Not sure of the whole story with those dastardly animals (although, since only a few feathers were left from tweety, I can assume the kitty won out). Back to the story, Addy was freaked. Big time.
Five hours later, the mister and I had no sleep, and the little lady was a cranky crankster all the next day (or was that me?). Let's press the repeat button for the next night, just nix the fur-ball fight and the story was the same. The mister and I, with two nights of no sleep, are starting to get desperate. She refuses to sleep in her bed or to have the door closed as usual. Any discipline to keep her in her bed results in madhouse flailing and screaming (obviously she is more afraid of being alone than getting any form of discipline). The more we disciplined the worse it got.
The following day we took her to three parks, did not let her have a nap, and had her and the sister play chase around the living room for a half hour before bed. That night went pretty well. Too exhausted to make a peep, she slept great. I started to exhale a little, hoping all our training hadn't been thrown out the window.
Then, last night happened. Again, starting around 3 am, I disciplined, cuddled, prayed, sang, repeat. For two hours. The mister relieved me around 5 and slept in her room with her. She seems to be truly frightened to be in her room by herself. She also gets into habits very quickly. She refuses to sleep with the door shut, but now she springs out of bed at the slightest noise, screaming down the hall that she is scared and needs mommy. HELP! Those of you who know about Lily's night-terrors lasting 3 years, can understand my fear of starting over with another child not sleeping well at night.
Here are my requests:
1. PRAY! Please pray for wisdom for me and the mister. I am not my best at 3 in the morning, and struggle with patience for this little girl who just doesn't understand what is going on.
2. Any suggestions? We don't want her in our bed. So besides that, anything? I have tried offering a super nice reward for sleeping through the night, but to no avail. At this point, the only thing that calms her is the presence of me or the mister.
3. Pray again. I really need it. I do feel honored that the Lord is growing me already throughout this mini trial. I had a comforting time in the Word this morning, encouraged to love on her as much as I can.
Thanks, friends. Sending lots of love out there to all those who read this far down the page.