I had my first baby blackout last night. I, of course, didn’t know that because I was in a BLACKOUT.
But this morning went a little like this:
Me: Did N wake up last night?
Hubby: What? Yes.
(Pause to tend to children. Set up breakfast)
Hubby: Alex? Don’t you remember N waking up?
Me: No. Why? What do you mean? (I’m feeling weird now)
Hubby: Well… you came in to her nursery and asked me if I need anything. I said that I was sorry we woke you up but I couldn’t find the paci but now I have it. And you said okay and went back to bed.
I am stunned. The whole reason my husband usually gets up first is because once I’m awake, I AM AWAKE. For hours. To say that I have mild sleep issues is A LIE.
- I don’t fall asleep quickly.
- I don’t stay asleep well.
- I don’t go back to sleep easily.
- Oh and I don’t nap.
Because I HATE SLEEPING. Hence, all sleep problems our children have are rightfully blamed on me. I would stay awake 24/7 if I wasn’t a HUMAN BEING. But I am. So I sleep.
But I have NEVER had a baby-induced blackout. Even when E was waking up every 2-3 hours for months and months and months and months and months and months AND MONTHS. Never. I have never walked and talked and not remembered without adding another substance (or three) to the mix. So unless the FDA recalls Flintstone vitamins for getting a little wacky, that is not the problem.
I am just blackout-tired this week.
On the bright side, I woke up with all my clothes on and recognized the man in bed with me!