Other than the 17 interruptions by well meaning and cheery nurses calling Salinda everything BUT her name (my personal favorite -- Sorlindo) and asking her DOB and then reminding her that she was a Christmas baby.....
it was a good night. I surprisingly fell back asleep after every interruption until the very happy morning nurse at 6:30. Salinda slept fairly well and is still asleep. She needed help going to the bathroom three or four times (all that saline being pumped through her) but otherwise we both slept.
Her breakfast is here waiting for her to get up. Mine is nowhere to be found, but I can handle not eating for a while.
We really appreciate the way people have helped out during this minor upheaval in our lives.
And with Wi-Fi I can sit here and work until she is discharged, so I really can't complain. Bart is the one who should be whining. He did mornings all week alone last week and it was finally my turn and here I am in the quiet hospiital room while he's driving everyone to school.
If I sigh contentedly right now would that make me a selfish old bitty?