There is only one occasion that sleeping in a hospital is for a purely positive reason- when your baby is born. For me, tonight is the exception. It is a virtual flashback of December 24, the night Max [1.0] was born. Tonight David, Max, and I will sleep in a hospital room together for the second time and I am 100% positive that everything will be ok.
Despite having his face sliced, diced, and stitched less then 12 hours ago, Max ate carrots for dinner, polished off a bottle, and took a stroll around the hospital hallway before lights out, at his traditional, self-imposed bedtime, of 7:00pm.
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| Quality crib time (8.23.12) |
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| Carrots for post-op lunch (8.23.12) |
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| Nature nugget likes to be in the buff (8.23.12) |
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| Goodnight, Max 3.0 (8.23.12) |
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