true story

About 6-1/2 years ago, we had our first baby; a boy. We were so proud and so excited!

Unfortunately, after an extremely long labor, I ended up having a C-section, and so I not only had to recover from that long labor, I also had to recover from major abdominal surgery, which meant as little up-and-down movements as possible.

In order to aide me in my recovery, Sugar Daddy committed to getting up in the middle of the night to bring the hungry baby to me so I could nurse him. Then, SD would put him back to bed, staying up to rock him if necessary.

One night, some time after I had nursed my baby and had fallen back asleep, I awoke to hear him crying again. In my new-mommy, sleep-deprived fog, I wasn't sure what time it was or how much time had passed since I had last fed him, but I just assumed that it was time for him to nurse again, so I reached out to give Sugar Daddy, sound asleep next to me, a little nudge.

The next thing I know, he awakes with a jolt, jumps out of bed saying, "Oh my gosh!", and runs out of the room and down the hall towards the baby's room.

So I'm left there yelling after him, "What's wrong? What's. Wrong?!" and struggling to get out of bed with my stitched up uterus, while trying not to let the panic set in.

Is the house on fire?

Is the baby hurt?

What is happening?!?!

And then...

then my Sugar Daddy comes slowly shuffling back into the room, laughing.

LAUGH.ING!

Do you think I was confused? Maybe even still panicked?

Um. Yeah.

!

So I finally get the out words, "What happened? Is he okay?"

And between the chuckles, Sugar Daddy says to me...

"He's okay. He was in his bed."

"Well, of course he is! Then why all the panicking? Why did you run out of here like that?"

"Um. Well..."

"Yes?"

"I forgot where I put him."

And now, looking back, that story explains a lot about my marriage.