A Funny Thing Happened... At One in the Morning

I awaken to the sound of my son screaming his head off.  Even in the drowsy stupor indicative of the wee morning hour, I know it is Matthew's turn to tend to the boy child.  I fumble around only to find his half of the bed empty; he is in the shower at this odd time.  (To be clear, Matt wakes up with back pain and uses an un-baby-interrupted/accompanied hot shower to assuage the muscles.)  Groaning to no one, I roll out of bed and go into the bathroom.  The water is off.

Me:  Can you hear the baby?
Matt: No.
Me:  Well, it's your morning.
Matt:  I know.

I stomp to the kitchen to make a bottle.  As I am mixing the nasty but somehow soothing stuff, I notice his cries getting quieter.  By the time the bottle is made, I hear only intermittent gasps.  I am standing in the living room, which is the center of the house-- every door basically opens into the living room-- shaking the formula.  Matt comes out of the bathroom.

Matt: Did he fall back asleep?
Me:  I think so.  I'm waiting.
Matt (taking the bottle): Go back to bed.  I'll take it from here.

Gee,thanks, hon.