These are some of the sleep walking stories in the Fife household since Simon's birth.
Multiple times within the first month Peter (and I a few times) would wake up in a panic and frantically search the sheets for Simon. Every time Simon was sleeping soundly in his bassinet or nursing in my arms.
Sometime within the first two weeks after Simon’s birth was Peter’s best sleep walking story post Simon. I'm nursing Simon in bed when Peter bolts up and kinda crawls towards the foot of the bed. He is staring at the ceiling.
P: "It's okay, Jill. I've got this, I got this, you just go back to bed."
J: "Peter, what's going on?"
P: "Don't worry, just go to sleep."
J: "Peter, why are you staring at the ceiling??"
I can see some realization in his expression and he, confused, goes back to sleep.
It turns out, he was dreaming that Simon was nursing on our ceiling light. You know the kind, the flush mount ones my sister affectionately coined "boob lights". So he thought Simon was nursing on this boob light and was afraid that if he unlatched then the suction would end and he would fall. Peter didn't want me to see because I would freak out which is why he was trying to get me to go back to sleep. Haha
He once tried burping his pillow.
Peter has fallen asleep in bed and I just got done putting Simon in his bassinet next to our bed. As I go to lay down Peter pops up and cradles my head in his hands and helps me lower it to my pillow.
P: "It's okay. I got it. You can lay down."
J: "Thank you."
P: "You're welcome."
He puts his phone delicately on my sternum.
P: "This is just going to balance out and hold that shelf. There you go."
He then pats my arm.
P: "You've got to be careful. You could've done some real damage to his head!"
I just laugh at him because there is no shelf even near us and Simon is not in my arms.
P: "Are you going to eat after the chocolate dome... chocolate pizza... ahhhhhhh the orange?"
Me: "... nope! Go ahead."
