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.