Baby Time

The baby’s little grunts and pre-crying sounds wake me.

I elbow my husband, as I cannot see the clock from my side of the bed.

“What time is it?” I ask.

“6:30,” he whispers back.

“Can you go get his bottle? You need to be up getting ready for work anyway,” I said.

He shuffles off to the kitchen while I take a quick bathroom break.

I come back and he is sitting up, feeding the baby. I am gushing over the fact that we got 6 hours of uninterrupted sleep!

“Can you believe it? We got to sleep for six hours! Isn’t that amazing? I can’t believe Jonah slept so long!”

“Kari, what are you talking about? It’s 3 o’clock in the morning!”

I look around him at the clock, and sure enough, it’s 3:38.

We laugh and try to figure out if he actually SAID it was 6:00 or if I just heard him incorrectly. He hands me the baby, rolls over for a few more hours of sleep and I quietly chuckle over what just happened.

Long-term sleep deprivation sure does crazy stuff to your brain.