Independence Day
Well it wasn’t precisely on the 4th but Noah did spend the entire night in his own bed tonight - for the first time since he had appendicitis. Go him! Although one of us (*cough*) kept waking up after 2 am wondering if he was okay, since that’s when he would normally decamp for the big bed.
Also I did have my first baby dream. In it I had delivered the baby and then been sent home to rest as a new study showed that was best practice (with the baby still in hospital). In my dream I got home, realized the policy was idiotic, and stormed back into the hospital demanding that they turn over my baby to me right now.
Carl and I have been sort of not-talking yet communicating about what extraordinary measures we would or would not take in the 10% chance that this baby gets this blood thing. I suspect my subconscious just determined my position for me, which is, probably unsurprisingly, pugilistic in favour of the baby.
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