We missed it

This is what being woken up in the middle of the night will do to your brain.

Last night was the lunar eclipse. I looked it up on YouTube and showed Tobey lunar eclipses along with other space related stuff like the Northern lights and the Perseid meteor shower. And although one mom on an email said it's worth waking up the kids for, I knew waking up Tobey for a long period of time while he's fighting a fever is just out of the question. Maybe when he's older. So any thoughts of actually waking up (even just us) for the eclipse was fleeting -- out as fast as it went in.

But then Eli wakes up in the middle of the night last night. He's been battling a cold too and I barely remember him crying and I heard Tom go to check on him. When I heard Tom shuffling around with Eli, I knew Eli needed his nebulizer treatment and maybe some Motrin so I got up to help. But I was in a fog. A big fog. Like when Eli was wide awake with his nebulizer running, Tom was holding him and I was just staring into space, about to fall asleep sitting up. I wondered why I was there since Tom did most of the work, but I could rinse out parts or bring meds so that Tom has a few less trips toting around Eli.

It wasn't until this evening that Tom realized, or at least mentioned, that the time that we were awake with Eli, 2:30AM, would have been a perfect time for viewing the eclipse. My first reaction was, "Eli woke up last night?" And my second was a big, "DOHHH!!"

It wasn't a once in a lifetime event. And I hope that there's an eclipse at some point in several years where it wouldn't be so bad to wake up the (then older) kids to see it, when it might even be fun. But apparently, we 're still in the half-braindead population of parents where waking up in the middle of the night just brings up too many recent memories of those newborn days. Or newborn daze as I like to call it.

Still, I can't believe we missed it. It was right outside our window, or maybe even Eli's, and we missed it.