My husband is a firm sleeper. I mean FIRM. This morning before I left for work I woke him to tell him that I fed Natalie at 5 o’clock, so that he would know when she was due for another bottle. Then I made him repeat it back to me. “What time did I feed Natalie?” With open eyes and a clear voice, he answered “Five”.

Fast forward two hours, I get a text message from Mike:

“Did you feed Natalie?”