I don’t know what I was dreaming about last night. I do know that the work week finally caught up with me and I was exhausted. So, last night around 12:30, when Baby C started to cry, I sat up looked around frantically, then asked my husband, “Where is the baby’s head?”
“Isn’t it in the crib?” he asked.
Then I snapped back to reality and all made sense again. And sure enough, the baby’s head was in the crib, attached to the rest of him.