We have a sleepwalker. And it's not fun at all.
Cooper had night terrors when he was smaller - those were KILLER. He'd wake us up crying, looking at us all wild eyed but if you tried to touch him or talk to him, he'd crank up louder. After about 10 to 30 minutes of *that* sweet noise, he'd simply lay down and go back to sleep. I never got use to it. It was completely unnerving. I was so relieved when he finally outgrew them.
But now he sleepwalks. Sometimes he'll sleepwalk to the bathroom, use it, then go back to bed. Last night though, he tried to open the back door that leads into the garage. Poor O woke up and saw him first messing with the door and saying "Why won't this open?" over and over. Al had to lead him back to bed and sleep with him to make sure he stayed put. He doesn't remember a thing from last night and the poor fella is super tired this morning. I can't imagine why? He probably didn't sleep any better than we did.
I can't wait for him to outgrow this too. Thank goodness O is a hard sleeper.
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