"Waaaaaaa-" come the gut wrenching crys from downstairs. Assuming the worst (bunk bed fall, broken limb) I bolt down the stairs to find Bridgey thrashing around at the edge of his bed, eyes open, and in hysterics. Assuming he'd had a bad dream, I try to hold him and say, "it's okay Honey, Mommy's here" but this just prompts a new bout of cries, "Mom, mom, MOm!" still no recognition that I'm right there trying to calm his wriggling body.
It's pretty terrifying to say the least. I've read all abou them online but, it still seems so sad and I have a hard time not trying to comfort him, despite the online advice. Has anyone else dealt with this?