My son, my first born child, the child who made me a mommy is now officially a sleepwalker. It is frightening.
Towards the end of the summer, the husband and I were watching Lifetime at night. I know, he is awesome. I asked him to lower the volume. The house is nearly silent. We concentrate on the sound. Trickling of water. The husband walks over to the sink and I go the opposite way and enter our foyer. I see Jay standing in the upstairs hallway, Pjs around his ankles, holding his manly hood, and aiming directly down at me. I run up the stairs and direct him toward the bathroom. He was speaking in tongues and was very disorientated. I scooped all 40 pounds of him in my arms and placed him in his bed.
About a week later, the husband and I finally joined the rest of the civilized world and ordered a movie from Netflix. We were enjoying our night together until we heard another sound. The husband walked over to the baby monitor and stared at it. I went the opposite direction and headed up the stairs. I opened up Jay’s door and saw him bent over the floor air vent. Again he was speaking in tongues and was very disorientated. He was sweating. A lot. I hugged him tightly, thinking it was a fever forming, and he made eye contact and spoke. “There is something in there. I hear voices. There is something down there and Lola is a bad girl.” I changed his Pjs and ushered him into bed.
Some time passed and the husband was watching a movie and I was reading some blogs late at night. I asked him to turn down the volume. Both of us walked upstairs to find Jay standing in the middle of his room. Disorientated… speaking tongues… sweating…. no fever. “She said no. I don’t know why. Do you see the shadows? Why do they say no? Lola is so bad to the shadows.” Again, I hug him tight. Change his Pjs and usher him into bed.
Now, Jay sleepwalks every other night . It usually happens an hour or two after falling asleep and it frightens me so. I haven’t googled sleepwalking yet. It makes me so sad to witness the fact that he has real nightmares… about Lola. Lola, the middle child, requires so much attention that at times it is exhausting. I think the reason behind his sleepwalking is.... Lola.