One night when Izzy was a few weeks old, Aaron and I had woken up with her several times through the night and by the wee morning hours we were slipping in and out of consciousness.
I had just fed Izzy and handed her off to Aaron to burp her. In my sleep I was listening for the sound of his hand patting her on the back as we lay there. As he slacked off I would prompt him to continue burping her. I don't know how long this pattern went on, but it seemed like a short time before she started crying again to be fed. I asked Aaron to hand her over. He told me he didn't have her. It was then that I spotted her in her cradle and realized that my feeding her had been a dream and he had just been patting his chest in response to my prompts to burp her.
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