Which is a rational reaction when you wake up at 6:30am on a Saturday, roll over & snuggle your husband, murmuring “Thanks for taking night duty, babe. I really needed the sleep.”
and he rubs his bleary eyes & says, “What are you talking about?”
My heart stopped. My entire world stopped.
Because I realized that my 17-day-old child hadn’t made a peep from 11:30pm until 6:30m. Seven full hours. I clutched my throat & ran into the nursery. Panic. Hyperventilating. Nate on my heels, saying “Oh, my God” like he was choking.
Only to find Harrison still snuggled in his crib, breathing the deep baby sleep & pursing his lips.
My entire body deflated. Literally, the air wooshed out of me & I hung over the side of his crib, forehead on my arm, hand on his little chest. Thanking God for the steady rise & fall.
We sludge back to bed, crawl into each other’s arms, & Nate says, “I guess that’s what they call ‘sleeping through the night,’ huh?”
