This morning I woke up about 6:15. The light was shining through the window and Asher was still asleep in his crib.
"Wow," I thought. "Asher slept totally through the night. He's been asleep since 7:30 last night!"
I was getting really excited when I heard him cry out and I went in to get him. I brought him back to bed to feed him. I was a little perplexed that only one of my breasts seemed full to bursting. After 11 hours without a feeding, I should be leaking all over, right? But I didn't give it much more thought.
When Jared woke up a few minutes later, I informed him of our son's superior sleeping. He got excited and said, "Oh he stayed asleep since 2 when I put him back in bed?"
"What do you mean? 2? He woke up at 2?"
"Yeah, he woke up and I brought him to you, you fed him, and then I put him back in his crib."
"Huh, I don't remember that AT ALL."
And I don't. I have absolutely no recollection of feeding him. None. I seriously thought he had slept 11 hours straight. And since I can't remember that means that he might as well have, right? I still apparently got a good 8 hours of sleep--2 am feeding or no.
I'll take it.