Y'all mostly don't know this, but I haven't had to set an alarm to get up in the morning (we will ignore the period in which I was setting the alarm for crazy-assed hours to pump to increase my supply) since WB was born, not even when I went back to work. Why is that, you ask - since there's obviously a story here because otherwise, why the hell am I blogging it? The reason I have not needed an alrm clock is that WB has apparently had one hardwired into his brain. One that goes off at 5:40 am SHARP Every.Single.Morning. Not 5:42 or 5:37, or 5:53.....no. 5:40 am. Every morning. Well. OK. It was 4:40 am for a bit after the time change, but he recovered and reset his alarm clock after about a week. Mind you, it does not matter how many times he has awakened in the night, or how long he has been asleep since his last waking. 5:40 am. Every.Morning.
Leaving aside the inevitable disappointment he's going to face when he realizes that his parents are, um...time-challenged, it has become quite the family joke to have a living alarm clock in our house. On the one hand, it's a pain in my ass, for reasons that I feel no need to explain, except to say that the last time I voluntarily saw 5:40am, I was on my way TO bed. Ahem. On the other hand, it works out fairly well during the week because this is pretty much just about when I have to get up to start the nurse/shower/get ready/baby handoff routine that Mr ODJ and I have worked out.
This morning, he did not wake up at 5:40 am.
I had to wake him - which I will admit that I did with no small measure of panic - when I realized that it was 7:00 am and I was going to be late for work. We will also not discuss how I, of course, was convinced he was dead for the 30 seconds it took me to confirm that he was breathing. But he was not. He was, however RAVENOUS. The surprise he obviously felt at being so.very.hungry would have been extra cute if not for the red haze of receeding panic. Once that wore off though, I realized that I feel like a million bucks from all the sleep. So, y'all? Seriously? Thanks. Last night I asked you to send sleepy thoughts and you did. And it worked.
Note to self: Be careful what you wish for 'out loud' on the blog.