I am a sleepwalker.
Actually it's not so much that I walk as much as get up, talk and fuss about. I am not so deeply asleep that I don't remember it all, and know what I'm doing, but I am just enough asleep that I believe everything that is happening is 100% real.
It has gotten pretty bad since little e was born, and I feel bad for E because I disturb her sleep a lot. Ever since the baby was born, I have had the same recurring dream, over and over and over, and quite regularly. It's wearing pretty thin.
Basically, the dream goes that little e is in the bed with us, and her head has gone under the blankets, and she can't breathe. I sit up frantically and feel around trying to find her head quickly before she suffocates. Or, little e is about to fall out of the bed, and I am hanging on to her feet for dear life. Although it feels very real and frightening to me, to E it is basically me jumping about in bed with flailing hands, chattering and scaring the life out of her.
It happened last night, and I slowly came to my senses with E angrily repeating 'those are MY legs!', as I gripped her ankles with all my might, thinking she was the baby about to fall to her death. I said "well what do you want me to do, just let her fall?" She was very angry that I was doing it again. I was very angry that once again she seemed to not care that her child was on the verge of death.
Anyone know any remedies? Otherwise I might end up sleeping on the couch.