Lost Time

I'm tired.
Nathan eats every 2 hours. Sometimes every 90 minutes. And that's timed from the start of one feeding to the start of the next. Take 20 minutes for feeding and another 10 for diaper changing and putting back to sleep, and I haven't slept more than 60-90 minutes at a stretch since January 30. There have been a few freak intervals when he sleeps 2 hours and I wake up feeling like a new woman.
Still, for all that I am tired, I have thought I was doing pretty well.
Last night, however, I lost about 30 minutes.
At 2am I heard the familiar lip smacking and grunting coming from the co-sleeper. I rolled out of bed and into my slippers and across the hall to the nursery and settled into the glider. He latched on, swallowed once and was asleep. Deeply, diaper change proof, limp spaghetti asleep. And no matter what i did, I couldn't get him to eat.
Resignedly, I took him back to the bedroom, knowing I'd be up again in 15-20 minutes when his empty tummy rumbled. Except it had been 30 minutes that I'd been gone, and he slept another 90 minutes, just exactly as if he had been filled with milky goodness.
I am left to conclude that he is not the only one that was asleep. That somehow between his first swallow and my discovery that he was asleep, he fed for 20 minutes while mommy snoozed contentedly.
I appreciate the extra sleep. I am relieved that my limp spaghetti arms did not let him roll to the hardwood floor. And I am just a little sad that I missed the vision captured above. That is how he stretches every time he finishes eating. Back arched, arms going up above his head. And as you can see, he even stretches his little face. I always smile and reward him (or me) with a kiss on his forehead.
But last night I missed it, and that should have been my clue that I'd also lost some time.