But then the day comes! And that’s every bit as hard as the night.*

Well, last night sucked.  B slept most of the day yesterday and subsequently was awake all night.  Shocking, I know.  It went something like this

11:00 – lay down and try to fall asleep QUICKLY because respiratory therapy is coming at 12.

11:30 – respiratory therapy shows up early.

12:00 – try in vain to calm B down after having chest beaten by the RT.  (I said this in the hospital once and they kindly reminded me that they don’t beat children here)

12:30 – send the husband a whiny text message about how tired I am.  (ha!  if I only knew what lay ahead)

1:00 – give up trying to calm B down and ask for the “good stuff” (ativan, morphine, benadryl…in no particular order)

2:00 – having gone through all of the good stuff and seeing no results, have a moment of delusionality (is that a word? it should be) and wonder how much I could pay one of our former night shift PICU nurses to stay with B over night.  (not that the hem/onc nurses aren’t great – they are.  I mean just to have someone actually stay with him.  I told you, delusionality)

2:30 – scratch head, pace floor, and worry incessantly about why his heart rate and respiration rate is so dadgum high.  I mean, really?  70-80 breaths per minute??

2:45 – bug nurse to call the resident to come look at him

3:00 – resident comes by, orders a blood gas (thank you!) and a chest x-ray

3:15 – B spikes a fever.  finally!  an explanation for the high heartrate

3:30 – chest xray done.  B is wide awake, sitting up in crib, playing and “talking”

4:30 – mom declares play time is OVER!   lay B down and crawl into my own bed.  (I have a bed in this room!  awesome, no?!)

4:31 – listen to B babble “mamamamama….ayeeeah!…yeah, yeah, yeah,…..adaa, adaa, ayeeaah!….” repeat.  for 1 hour.

5:15 – finally give up and crawl into B’s crib with him (quite a sight, I tell you).  he’s still babbling only now he’s also trying to pull my glasses off.

6:45 – get out of crib so that I can change his diaper (that he has nearly taken off himself!)

7:00 – crawl back into my bed and FINALLY fall asleep, for the first time all “night”

8:00 – wake up when the nurse comes in with morning meds.

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I sure hope it doesn’t sound like I’m complaining.  Because I’m not.  I would much much much rather be up all night with B than the alternative.

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*The post title is a quote from Friends.  I watch that show entirely too much.