Last night, I hear James crying and I lunge over to catch him before he falls off the side of our bed. Then I hear a deep, exasperated voice say, "What are you doing?!" I suddenly realize that I've got Bobby's arm in a death grip and I really don't know where I am or what I'm doing, "Sorry, I'm confused."
I hear another cry from James in his crib in the other room and I regain my senses. I grope down the dark hall to take care of his needs.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is what happens to me when the babe wakes up 2-3 times a night for three nights in a row (instead of just once a night) and I'm not napping during the day to make up for it. I go crazy. I hallucinate. The rest of the night is filled with psychedelic dreams and strange visions.
Poor Bobby. To be woken up so suddenly, so violently, by a crazy lady...he let me sleep in this morning :)
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I once attacked Dr. J in my sleep because I thought I was being attacked by someone. When he grabbed my arms to keep me from poking his eyes out I really started freaking out. Dreams in reality...scary stuff. He is to hoping you only get woken up two times tonight!
ReplyDeleteSo funny to hear your stories! Not many months ago, I did a full-body latch on Joe's side in the middle of the night because I was completely convinced there was a raccoon in our room, coming around to my side of the bed. Freaked me out. It seems so hilarious in retrospect, but in that half-awake state, it's crazy how real dreams can seem.
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