I woke up in the middle of the night, not because a baby was crying in the nursery across the hall, but because Dane was grabbing my chin and prodding me in the nose. This is the conversation that ensued:
Dane: Oh, no! There's puking!
Me: What?! I'm not puking. Who's puking?!
Dane: He is!
Me: Who is?
Dane (feeling around in the bed and only finding cats): The baby!
Me (also only finding cats): What baby?
Dane: I don't know. I'm asleep.
Happy ending: After a little more confusion we sorted ourselves out enough to feed the babies and the cats.
2 comments:
XD
There will be nights like this when I have a baby. And it will be me half-asleep, paranoid about something I have to go take of RIGHT NOW except I'm really just dreaming it all.
Consider yourself lucky. My GF occasionally has nightmares that her son's biological father is going to kidnap him.
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