My husband is kind of a big deal—in bed. (It’s Okay, Dad. You can keep reading.) He’s famous for one thing, and it’s not for the one thing you might think—I’m the one that steals the covers. Nope. My hubby is celebrated across the globe for talking in his sleep. In the middle of the night, I am regaled with tales of giant spiders, cats in refrigerators, and men with proper british accents. I never know what stories (or screams) might awaken me at 3:41 AM. Now, I’m wondering if this whole sleep talking thing isn’t hereditary. I am pondering this nature vs. nurture issue because my 7-month-old has stared talking in his sleep—and making about as much sense as his dad.
There was so much crying due to teething, the croup, and wanting to check on his mom and dad to make sure we weren’t abducted by time traveling aliens that the walking back and forth to comfort the sobbing baby was turning into a mini-midnight marathon. (I should have one of those 13.1000 bumper stickers for my car.) So, The Kid has been sleeping in our bed with us. Yes, I do feel guilty that the baby isn’t experiencing the joy of relaxing in his own bed, but it’s amazing how all that guilt melts away while I’m sleeping. This is how I was able to experience the true power of heredity.
I was lying awake because I felt the baby stir, so I prepared myself to be awakened by his usual “Sleeping is lame--why aren’t I chewing on furniture?” cry. This is when I begin my humming-patting-and-shifting-positions maneuver that oftentimes lulls the baby back to sleep. If that doesn’t work, then I am forced to bring out the “big guns”—bouncing on the exercise ball. While I do want to get rid of this extra baby weight, bouncing on a yoga ball at 4:43 AM, is not the kind of workout I imagined when I was a preggo. This time, however, there was no maneuver that needed to take place.
My little non-sleeper bolted upright.
Sat there for a breath.
In a very out loud voice exclaimed, “BAH!”
And promptly laid back down and fell asleep.
I was astounded.
Yup, The Kid is definitely taking after his father on this one.
Now, if he could only inherit his father’s love of sleeping…and vegetables.