We made it through the night in the pediatric ward as they continued the 24-hour Holter monitor test. Not that I doubted we would. It's just that trying to sleep between feedings is made more difficult in an unfamiliar place where people stand outside your room and have conversations (or constantly come into the room to do monitoring) at all hours of the night into the early hours of the morning. I got at least four hours of sleep. I can't claim much more than that though. The two men in my life got much more, haha, but I guess that's how it works. I do need to clarify that The Husband has been sooo great. He changes him and hands him to me for each feeding (even at night). Often, he puts him back in bed for me, too. He's really gotten the hang of changing diapers and soothing him when he's waiting not-too-patiently to eat and even swaddling him "like a burrito" as the nurses say. He's a really good dad, and I'm so proud of how he's stepped in and really taken to the task and the joy at hand. I get teary-eyed just typing that.
Actually, I get teary-eyed at just about everything these days. I'm super hormonal and so sleep-deprived that my emotions have really been getting the best of me. It takes one glance at my boy, and I melt. I think of how abundantly we've been blessed, and I weep. The Husband leaves to run some errands, and the water-works begin. I watch a rerun of Scrubs, and the tears start to pool. Yeah. It happened--I'm a mess. But, I'm a VERY happy mess. :)