By heather | September 7, 2008
Last night I found myself suddenly awake, wide eyed and heart pounding. It’s a different kind of awake when something wakes you, especially in the middle of the night. Unlike other adult members (ahem) of the house, I rarely sleep well – I hear every creak and snore and baby snuffle.
As soon as Emily Kate starts to stir for the 4am bottle, I know. When the cat races through the house after just barfing, I know, even though I might pretend I don’t. Every weekday morning, one of my neighbors leaves for work on a Harley at precisely 3:15am, and I hear it. If a burgler is ever skulking around our house, I’ll be the one who jerks awake.
I lay there, listening to eerie silence. Figuring I might as well start the bottle heating, I crept out of the bedroom to encounter a silent, unmoving Alex standing in the hallway staring at me.
In the past week, Alex has scared the living crap out of me nearly every single night. The first time, I went upstairs to get ready for bed and found him standing at the top of the stairs behind the baby gate. Not only did I jump because I didn’t expect him to be there, but something about the whole scenario was creepy – like that scene in 3 Men and a Baby where there is a little ghost kid in the curtains.
Two nights ago, I was getting ready for bed and I could swear I heard him breathing right behind me. I went to check on him and found him sleeping on the floor just inside the door of his bedroom.
Alex is many things, but silent and still while awake is rarely one of them. As such, these midnight jaunts are all the more unnerving. One of these nights, I fully expect to see him float back to his bed.
Tonight I came out of the bathroom into our bedroom to find him standing just inside the door. Without a word, he turned and silently went back to his room.
As an aside, this “hurricane” that we were supposed to get blew through with nary even a power outage for which I am thankful. Milk crisis averted…