What’s a Baby Got to Fear?
January 26th, 2010
Every now and again, Miss Mouse wakes up in the middle night, shrieking like a banshee. One minute she’s sound asleep, the next she’s sobbing like someone is killing her. I go charging in, ready to confront the axe murderer who is attacking my girl, quickly assertain that no such beast is present, and scoop the babe up out of the crib. We settle in together in the rocker and snuggle for a couple minutes and then I return her to her bed.
The only thing I can think of is that when this happens, she’s having a nightmare. Which strikes me as odd. What’s a baby got to be afraid of? What does she dream about that causes her distress? That all the yogurt in the world has disappeared? The she’s in a wet diaper she can’t get out of? Seriously, what’s the deal?
I suppose it’s possible that sometimes she just gets disoriented. I’ve been there. There are times when I’m sleeping deeply and I wake up in the pitch black and I have no sense of orientation. I can’t figure out which way I’m facing, where the door is, whether Josh is in bed with me, nothing. It’s actually a pretty freaky feeling. Sort of like sensory deprivation, I guess.
Maybe that’s what’s going on with her when she has her wee nighttime spaz attacks. One of many instances where I wish I could just ask her and get an answer!