I rolled over, looked at the clock this morning and noticed it was 7:37 a.m.
I started whacking a sleeping Daddy-o.
Me: “Daddy-o! Daddy-o! It’s after 7:30 and she hasn’t made a sound!” (I was thinking, What’s wrong with her? Is she alive?)
Daddy-o: “She woke up at 6 a.m. and had a bottle.”
Me: “Oh. Okay, sorry. You can go back to sleep now.”