About ten, Grayson started crying and was really upset/scared. I changed his diaper and he settled down to sleep again. About, 12 it happened again, but he was terrified and climbing up me. I could remove my hands from him and he would stay in place. He wouldn't say any words, but kept pointing at the floor then freaking out. This went on for about 30 minutes. It was so upseting. I kept reassuring him and asking what hurt or what he was scared of. Nothing. No response. I finally got him to go to sleep. In the end, I guess it was a night terror. His eyes were open, but he wouldn't communicate. Lillian has them, but usually around 10 p.m. They never last this long. I think the worst thing about being a parent is not knowing what is wrong. Even if something is bad and you know it, you can deal with it. I hate having no idea why my kid is crying and grabbing me.
This morning I asked Grayson if he was scared last night and he said, "Sharks everywhere eating me!" Poor kid. It is no wonder that he was so scared. By day he seems to love sharks and snakes, but by night they terrify him.