Last night, I attempted to put Jenna to bed.
It was late, because we just kind of dragged our feet, and it was Friday, and then daddy came home and things got delayed even more….
We did the potty thing, the teeth brushing thing…. and then got settled in bed.
I am not sure what happened next, it was like a flip switched and suddenly I had this feral child trying to escape from me. There was screaming. A LOT of screaming. The kind that has to be shredding the back of her throat, yet she continued. A lot of trying to climb off the bed, a lot of “Mommy!!!!! I want downstairs!!!!”.
Her distress prompted a couple visits from daddy, convinced I was torturing her, and wanting me to let her come back downstairs.
I finally gave in. Wouldn’t you know it…. she screamed downstairs too??
It was one of those fits that has to just taper off…..no matter how long it takes. She was too far gone to rationalize this.
Back upstairs. I thought if I held her firmly, not TIGHT, this might help calm her down. In the same way you wrap the psych ward patients in a straight jacket and maybe a cold, wet, tightly wrapped sheet during an outburst.
I held her in my swaddling way…. speaking softly and trying to calm her down.
This is when she started to really scare me. She may have been speaking in guttural Latin, I’m not sure. Bucking and thrashing with superhuman strength, I fully expected a glowing pentagram to show up on her forehead and for her to start biting my face.
I let go, didn’t seem to help after all.
Somehow it ended… Oh yea, I was back downstairs with her by then. Sitting in a kitchen chair. Googling 2 year tantrums and child possessions.
Guess what happened at 3am?
More of the same. This time screaming for popcorn, downstairs, water.
Fell asleep as I sat holding her on the kitchen floor, after drinking water and screaming a bit more.
This morning she woke up late. So did I. We were in my bed, me terrified to move until she wakes up.
Her little shaggy head pops up, and her little voice chirps “Hi Mommy!, I want Paw Patrol!” Seems completely normal again. But I don’t trust her.