dreamin'

Last night Keaton had a night terror. At least, that's the going theory. He abruptly woke up at 1am and started screaming. It was a new scream, not a scream we've translated before. It was a scary scream.  I picked him up and rocked him, tried to nurse him, took off his diaper, checked for bug bites or scratches or any other clue to his unhappiness. His eyes were tightly shut or, if open, not really open.  He screamed like he was in horrific pain.

So I cried.

I was fine, but my eyes were dripping, you know how that is.

We turned on all the lights and walked him around and finally, after about 15 minutes of screaming, Keats' eyes popped open and he looked at us calmly.

5 minutes later he had nursed back to sleep, and that was that.

He's fine today, but I'm still recovering.