Last night a different version of this manifested. Instead of a hearing aid, I was frantically searching for a second baby in the bed. It made complete sense to me that there was a second baby, though I found myself unable to actually explain why to Andrei when I woke him.
At least Aiden slept peacefully through the whole thing.
The rest of this day has been following in much the same vein. (Except for the Aiden sleeping peacefully part. Quite the opposite on that front.)