I sleptwalked last night. I remember jumping out of bed to “check on Eli”, who was asleep in our hallway. I woke up in the hallway, realizing that Eli was not, after all, there, or needing me to check on him.
I have sleptwalked all my life, more or less – it comes in waves. I always wake up the next morning remembering sleepwalking, whether I actually wake up during the walk or not. I did it quite a bit as a kid, and Mom and Dad were used to it. I would run into the living room where they would still be up and watching TV, and I would panickingly tell them something completely nonsensical. Mom would calmly tell me that I was asleep. I would start to argue, then think about it for a second, and say “oh. You’re right. I am asleep.” Mom would then take my arm and escort me back to bed.
Oddly enough, my sleepwalking quit altogether when Chris and I got married, except for one time when I woke up about to go out the door. That was scary. So other than that one instance, I had a six year break from sleepwalking – which ended very abruptly when Ali was born. Then it started up again with a vengeance. Literally every night for at least the first three weeks after we came home frmo the hospital, I would sleepwalk. I would think she was in the bed with us and wake up frightened (we never co-slept with her) and run to put her back in her crib, only to discover that she was already in her crib. If I didn’t wake up when discovering this, I would always gently set “fake baby” in the crib with “real baby” just to make sure. Another sleepwalk I would have is that I would look up and see Oreo in her cat perch – but in my dream, it was Ali – I would actually “see” Ali in the cat perch and think that Chris had put her there. I would wake him up and ask him why he put Ali in the cat perch. Sometime in the process of waking Chris up (before I actually woke him up if he was lucky), I would wake up and realize that it was actually Oreo, not Ali, in the cat perch.
It was a pretty vivid time of sleepwalking when Ali was born – I will never forget it. It was so wierd how it was EVERY night for so long. However, my most memorable sleepwalking experience happened in a funeral home. How can I shake that memory??
When I was an early teenager, Mom, Mammaw and I went to visit some relatives in Mississippi. They lived in a converted funeral home. It was a long, winding house, where every room would lead to another room, rather than there being a central hallway that led to all the rooms. We got there late, so we didn’t “tour” the house before going to bed. My mom and I were sharing a bedroom, and we were told that we would be sleeping in the former embalming room. Nice. There were two rooms off of the embalming bedroom – another little room (where Mammaw was sleeping), and a bathroom. So I got ready for bed in the bathroom, then headed to bed. Sometime in the night I sleptwalked, totally unconscious of it at the time (usually I have a “reason” for sleepwalking and I at least remember where I go and how I got there, but this time I didn’t remember at all), until I SUDDENLY wake up in the bathroom with no idea how I got there. So I open the door to head back into our bedroom, but it’s a closet!!! I KNEW that was the door that gone into our bedroom earlier that evening. So, slightly panicking, I open another door, and it dead ends into another little room that I’ve never seen before. REALLY panicking now, I open the THIRD door in the bathroom. It opens into another room I had never seen before – a bedroom – in which our hosts are asleep in the bed. I had apparently sleptwalked through the master bedroom, into the master bathroom which was identical to our bathroom, except that the doors went different places. I tip-toed past them, managed to windingly find my way back into the embalming suite, pulled the covers up to my nose, and didn’t move for the rest of the night!!!