Repost: Night Crawler

Because I’ve finally tipped the scales into the brain-dead zone after more than two solid weeks of getting up 3-6 times a night with screaming children who have “ick” to offer; after two separate kids’ sick days last week and two snow days this week; and because last night I dreamed that I was handling anthrax (that can’t be a good sign), I’m just going to spare you my mental state and repost today. Presenting…..

(originally posted June 2009)

File:NosferatuShadow.jpgIt was like something out of “Chicken Heart.”

Nicholas woke up at about 2:15 this morning to nurse. When I went in to pick him up, Julianna stirred, but she didn’t make any noise, so I figured she would go right back down, and I didn’t talk to her; I just took Nicholas back to our room to nurse.

No sooner had we latched than I heard, in the quiet house, THUMP.




I knew perfectly well that Julianna was crawling out of her room and down the hall to ours, which was dimly-lit and thus a beacon in the dark house. But it really sounded like a horror movie. I couldn’t decide whether to giggle or scream.



She must be pushing a book across the room, I thought. “Christian,” I said, “Julianna’s out of bed.”

“Mmmm,” he mumbled, and stretched awake. “Okay, hang on.” He hauled himself out of bed and went into the bathroom.


THUMP—sssshhhhhhh. THUMP—sssshhhhhhh. THUMP—sssshhhhhhh. THUMP—sssshhhhhhh. THUMP—sssshhhhhhh.

“Julianna?” I said, to break the creepy mood.



“Uh,” she said. THUMP—sssshhhhhhh.

“Julianna, honey…”

At last, she poked her head around the corner. “Heh-heh,” she said, grinning.

“Daddy will be here in a minute, honey,” I said.

“Uh!” She signed “Daddy.”

Christian came out of the bathroom. “Hello, little girl…”

And furiously she began signing, MUSIC! MUSIC! MUSIC!

Christian and I both cracked up. “No Julianna, we’re not playing any music. It’s two o’clock in the morning!”  he said, and scooped her up to change her diaper.

Nothing quite like those moments.


(Nothing quite like the nightly moments I’ve been experiencing lately, either, but I don’t think you want to hear about them.)