One young mom at church was telling me her two-month-old woke her up at 4 am. She happened to look at her phone while she was nursing him and had this shocked moment of Wait WHAT? Half an hour ago?!
She’d lived in California five years now and had never gotten to experience an earthquake. (You want a Goldilocks one: not too hard, not too soft to feel, just right for being able to say you’d gone through one but with nobody getting hurt.) Even with an infant to wake up and to wake her up, nope; they’d slept right through it.
Seems the ones around here who did wake up all had bedrooms on an upper floor. At ground level like us, nope.
Still, a lot of friends and relatives sent us messages today asking if we were okay. I found a business card fallen on the floor and that seems to be the extent of it at our house.
This time around.