Liv is a sleepwalker. She started this about a year ago. I didn't get all worried about it, because her father is a sleepwalker as well and I know that it can be genetic.
But, it IS disquieting to be snoozing away and then slowly come awake to see your child standing silently (or not) by your bed and staring at you.
Liv rarely goes downstairs. And if she does, Socks alerts me. He literally jumps on our bed (and he is a short dog, this means he has to take quite a flying leap or he just keeps running at the bed until I wake up...)and pushes at me with his nose to get me up.
I usually find her riffling through our linen closet or sitting on the guest room bed. Once, she was sitting on the guest room bed and watching television with glassy, unseeing eyes. She sometimes speaks, but not often.
I just gently guide her back to bed. Tuck her in, kiss her forehead. She almost always says goodnight to me.
She NEVER has recall of any of it in the morning. Ever.
Once, I found her in the bathroom, looking sightlessly at herself in the mirror and seemingly talking to someone. She said mostly nonsense but what I could make out of it was something about "god is in the details."
She never nudges Bing awake. It is always me. And she doesn't often nudge, she usually just stands staring down at me.
And you're right if you think that is sort of freaky. It still jolts me every time it happens. And every single time, I say, "Honey? What's up? You okay?" and she doesn't answer.
She's never sleepwalked when she spent the night at a friend's house. I think she doesn't go into a deep enough sleep. Sleepwalkers are usually in a deep, deep sleep.
Once she was methodically picking up her hairbrush, brushing her bangs. Another time she was brushing the side of the sink with MY toothbrush, as if she were diligently working on a stain.
As I said, she rarely speaks.
But, a few nights ago, she did.
I woke up with a start to find her pushing at me with her hand. She kept saying my name in this monotonic voice. I had been deeply asleep myself, dreaming about being angry at Bing for not going to some football game with me and when I came awake, I was groggy.
"What's up, honey? Are you sick?"
I sighed. Realized that she was sleepwalking again. Carefully got up and started to guide her back to bed. And then she said the weirdest thing.
"Mama, I need to tell you something from Grandpa Jack."
My Da. She has heard plenty of stories about her Grandpa Jack.
Very carefully, I said to go on.
I tried again. "Honey, what about Grandpa Jack?"
I sighed and guided her back to bed, Socks protectively at our feet. I tucked her in, kissed her cheek.
"Honey, do you remember what you wanted to tell me from Grandpa Jack?"
That was it. All she said. All she wrote.
I went back to bed frustrated, wishing that I knew a way to get in there and dig around in her head, find THAT conversation.
But, maybe...I thought...in retrospect....maybe it was just meant for her. Maybe he came to say hello.
I love the thought of her getting to experience the joy of knowing my Da in any way, shape or form.
And I will probably never know what he wanted to tell me.
And of course, at breakfast, she had no recollection of saying that at all.
So, I've been experimenting. Every night before sleep, I ask Da to come to me for a little visit.
Maybe he's come, maybe not. I haven't been remembering my dreams and the ones I do are all work related.
It comforts me to think of him coming to her in deep sleep, being the grandfather that she has not had the pleasure of meeting.
Any one you know sleep walk?