3am Wednesday morning my husband and I were woken up by the sound of a jiggling doorknob.
It felt like a splash of cold water in the midst of a deep sleep.
Kyle immediately got up and started looking through our blinds to see if he could see anything outside.
Then I heard it.
Footsteps…. coming down the entryway hall.
Now I’m awake… whispering loudly to Kyle, someones breaking into our house.
All logic has gone out the window…it’s 3am!
There’s no getaway car parked out front. No flood lights on in the front yard because of detected motion.
But I’m freaking out anyways.
Suddenly in the darkness I hear Brayden’s voice. He’s Out OF BED!!
All sense of logic out the window, I flung open the bedroom door and down the hall Kyle and I run.
Brayden, clearly sleepwalking, was trying to unlock the front door and walk out of the house!!
I grab him and as I do, he begins to tell me that he’s scared. He had a bad dream and it scared him so bad he ran out of his room, down the hall and tried to run out the front door. Thank God we heard him.
And thank goodness there was no burglar to deal with as well.
I carried him back to bed; his head leaning on my shoulder. We must’ve laid in bed snuggling for more than an hour falling in and out of sleep. He would fall asleep, wake up scared, we’d pray together, fall back to sleep…. It was a vicious cycle. He was too scared to be in his bed.
I felt at a loss for him. It was so hard to watch. We’ve never experience this kind of bad dream with either child and since Brayden’s only 2 1/2 he couldn’t tell me what his dream was about beyond being scared of his bed.
His fear poured into today. I laid with him at nap time and at bed time. I’m just praying a hedge of thorns around that kid tonight, and I’m checking on him every 15 minutes.
I keep reminding myself that these are the days that I need to remember he belongs to Jesus. He is the comforter, protector, strong tower. And it’s so hard as a mommy to feel so incapable of helping him. To lay there for hours, but no amount of kisses, snuggles or hair smoothing can help him feel better.
Does that get any easier?
Today I’ve been battling the tireds. Zombie walking. haha
As soon as I’m sure my daughter is asleep, bed is where I’ll be headed too.