When the girls were little, and eating all night, my husband and I would bargain to get out of feeding the blond twin. She was a two hour event. The brunette twin took a bottle and went right back to sleep. Not the blond twin. She took a bottle, spent a while burping, and then needed to play/cuddle for a while before going back to sleep. Feeding her was a two hour event, even if it started at 3:00 a.m.
Now she doesn't need to eat in the middle of the night, but she still wakes up occasionally. There are many reasons she wakes up (Thank you Disney for ALWAYS having a scary witch/monster/mean person in EVERY movie.), but the end result is always the same. She'll come in our room, wake us up, and then ask, "Will you stay a couple of minutes?"
In her world it's a couple of minutes. In our world it's between 15 minutes and an hour. She always crawls back into her bed and then lies with her eyes wide open. We can talk her back to sleep most times. You know the drill. "Daddy won't let mean Scar get you." "Yes, you can eat apples because Snow White's evil stepmother doesn't live here." "Thunder and lightening are good for the tomatoes."
Other times I crawl into bed with her until she falls asleep. These night are rare, but they still happen whenever she wakes up with her night terrors. She will calm down and fall asleep, while I'm trying to figure out how to get back into our bed.
The doctor said she should outgrow these episodes and night terrors in a year or so. I keep thinking that this is one of those things I'll repeat when she has children in that "oh, you used to do that when you were two" kind of way. As long as the tea and coffee supply holds, we'll all make it. We'll be tired, but we'll make it.