Crazy middle-of-the-night disorientation/delirium

For our night routine (and I use that word very loosely) I BF DS2 to sleep in our bed and then transfer him to his cot sometime before we go to bed. DS1 and DD also both fall asleep in there regularly and they get transferred too. Hey, it works for us (sort of :lol: ). DS2 wakes every night for multiple feeds, when I hear him I bring him in with us, feed him, and then transfer him back again, if I can be bothered and if he agrees, otherwise he just stays in bed with us for the rest of the night.

Last night I heard him call for me, I went to him, brought him into bed with us and started feeding him BUT for some reason I thought I had one of the other kids and that it wasn’t DS2 (I haven’t BF either of them for a very long time), so weird, I was so disorientated. Anyway, I’m feeding this child and frantically looking for DS2, I’m flapping the doona all over the place, I thought he must have been in bed with us and slipped down under the doona and suffocated (and died), at the same time I was thinking why wasn’t he in his cot, who put this other child in his cot, where could he be, did someone put him on the lounge, WHERE IS HE!!! I am absolutely, franticly panicking. I wake DH us and say “Where is George, I can’t find George!” DH looks at me, rolls over and puts the doona over his head. :rolleyes:

A good few minutes of terrifying panic later I realise I have him, he’s the one I’m feeding. The sense of relief and sheer stupidity I feel is bizarre (but welcome).

So weird, just had to share. :lol:

:rofl: That's something I'd do :p

LOL!! I'm sorry, that is really funny!! I've done some similar things with DD when she was a bub, once she was in her bassinet next to the bed, (one of the rare times lol) and she woke for a feed, her crying woke me and I freaked out that she had rolled off the bed (how a 2-3 week old baby can, I don't know lol) or I had rolled on her or something. It took me a good couple minutes to realize the crying was in her bassinet! Der lol :)

Just letting you know youre not alone in the crazed night delusions lol


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I once was sitting in the twins room feeding a baby in the night when my other twin woke up and started crawling towards me in his cot. For one moment of sheer terror he was not my boy but the dead baby in the move Trainspotting who crawls on the ceiling towards Ewan McGregor when he is going cold turkey off heroin. I actually backed away from him and tried to protect the baby in my arms before I realised who it was :lol:

I don't have any kids yet but I've had instances like one where I've woken up suddenly in the middle of the night, absolutely convinced I can see a spider climbing down it's web right over my head towards me. I panicked and made a fuss, waking DH and saying, 'I'm not dreaming, it's real!" absolutely convinced it's real and rolling out of bed to avoid it, turning the light on to 'prove' it to DH, then realizing if I had to turn the light on, how could I have really seen it and that it was, actually, a dream, lol.

A few other times I've dreamt of a really good idea... Like a great idea for a movie or something, thought, 'Wow that's fantastic! I'll have to write that down in the morning and figure out who to contact to make it happen', then dreamt about it/woke up all night reminding myself to sort it out in the morning and THEN, woken up in the morning, thought about it again and thought, 'What the heck? What was I thinking? That's such a terrible/lame idea for a movie! It doesn't even make sense!' and that was the end of it, lol.


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This happened to me lots when BF both my girs, freaked me out every time xxx

Thanks ladies. :hug:

And Trav :rofl: that's awesome! :lol:

Oh similar things have happened to me too. So freaky!!

Ive done the same thing. Very confused when I couldn't find the baby
also visualised DD as a zombie gwaarrling and clawing at me for braaaaiiins

:lol: I had something happen this morning. I have no idea what my dream was about, but it involved cakes (maybe pies?) with heaps of cream all over them, in all sorts of colours. I woke up slightly to Amelia with her face very close to mine, so my half asleep brain assumed she wanted some cake, and it had to be pink. Cue me grabbing a pair of pink socks from the bedside table and trying to stuff them in her mouth :chair:


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When DS was only a few weeks old I saw a shadow on the roof and assumed (as you do) that one of the cats was sleeping on the roof and I'd have to get up to shoo it out of our room so it didn't smother the baby. I was so relieved when I realised cats couldn't sleep on roofs because it meant I didn't have to get out of bed.

I've also forgotten how many children I have. Just 1.