Last night was the worst night ever. But...it could have been so much worse. Reuben was gone for the night. He had a work event at Dave and Busters and I knew he would probably not get home until midnight. I made the boys dinner and we enjoyed sitting out on the deck to eat. Then we were off to Evan's baseball practice. When we got home from practice the boys were hungry again and so they ate a snack then got ready for bed. They were both so tired from being out late that both boys fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows. Knowing that I had the TV to myself tonight I headed downstairs to our family room. Around 10:30 I decided I better go to bed. I got up off the couch, stopped in the laundry room to get clothes out of the drier, then headed up stairs. I stopped at the front door and realized that I had forgotten to lock it. So I locked the door and went up stairs.
Reuben and I always shut the boys bedroom doors before we go to bed at night. Logan's room is first on the left. I poked my head in and didn't see Logan right away. So I walked over to his bed where there were a pile of blankets and began carefully lifting each one assuming to find him at the bottom of the pile. When I didn't find him there I figured he either went into my bedroom or Evan's room and fell asleep there. So a glanced in Evan's room then mine. Next I went back down the hall and glanced in the hall bathroom as I walked by. Then the kitchen, living room, dinning room and then back downstairs to the family room. Then I thought... I must have just missed him somewhere.
So back upstairs where I started all over again. This time remembering that the front door had been
unlocked. This time I ripped all the covers off Logan's bed. Looked under his bed and carefully in the closet. Next room. I took most of Evan's blankets off his bed careful not to wake him up. I checked under Evan's bed and in his closet. This is how I continued through my room, bathroom, hall bathroom and kitchen. When I got back out to the living room I checked behind furniture, coats hanging on the back of the rocking chair. I went out to the back three season room, opening the sliding door and turning on the lights calling Logan's name. Then I headed back downstairs again. Went to the garage, laundry room, and family room. Then I ran back up stairs and opened the front door and called out his name.
Now I knew I had to call someone and I knew Logan wasn't in the house. I don't remember who I got a hold of first. But I knew my mom and dad were closer than Reuben. I called my mom, she didn't answer. I called my dad he didn't answer. I called Reuben and when I heard his voice I think I lost all since of control. I was historically trying to tell him that I couldn't find Logan. I kept saying, "He's not here. I can't find him. I can't find Logan." Reuben said he was leaving right now to come home. Then we hung up.
Then I remember talking to my mom. I was standing between my living room and dining room. I was pacing back and forth while I was crying on the phone with my mom. I turned to face the table and saw him. I remember saying, "I found him, I found him." Reuben was trying to call in at that moment so I hung up with mom and answered his call. I told him I found Logan.
Our family room is under construction right now. So our dinning room table is pushed up against the wall. Our computer is at the end closest to the back sliding door. I had walked right past him. Logan was curled up in a ball laying on his side on the chair with his blanket covering him.
I scooped him up and took him straight to his bed and laid him down. Then I turned and walked right out of the room. I just couldn't stop crying. The feeling of total relief was overwhelming.
While talking to my mom she had gotten in the car and started driving over to my house. Just a few minutes after I had gotten Logan back into his bed, my mom arrived. I opened the door and gave her a big hug and just cried to my eyes felt swollen. She wanted to stay until Reuben was able to get home. After Reuben got home the three of us talked for awhile. It felt awful to tell the story again and relive the feeling of thinking my son was gone.
It took awhile to relax and be able to lay down and go to sleep. But when I did go to bed I fell asleep right away. I was emotionally drained. I slept through the night and woke up to my alarm clock still feeling tired.
I had a hard time keeping my mind off this today. I know that everything is fine and Logan is OK but it is so hard not to think the worst. Most people know that Reuben is a heavy sleep walker. Evan has also had some sleepwalking episodes. But Logan has always been my good sleeper.
(I have to get Evan off the bus)
I'm back, 2 days later, to finish this entry.
Logan has always slept through the night. Even after he was potty trained he didn't have any accidents during the night. But the night before this happened Logan slept walked. He came into our room and insisted on sleeping in my bed. When I took him back to his bed and laid down with him he was upset with me. I thought he wanted me but that wasn't the case. He wanted to be in my bed. So as I'm laying next to him he got more upset and tried to move further away from me. I realized then that he was not really awake. I left his room and he laid down and was back to "sleep" again.
Now that he has been up two nights in a row, I know that I have a third sleepwalker in my house. So much for getting a restful night of sleep.
We are going to look into getting a alarm system for the house. Just the kind that will signal that a door has opened. Lindsey's old house had a censer that beeped every time the door opened. I just want to make sure that I can hear when someone is leaving or entering the house. To think of one of the boys walking outside in their sleep scares me to death.
I'm sure I will have many more stories to post about my families sleeping walking adventures.
