It's 1:30AM, and we're still awake. The Boy alternates ten minutes of sleeping with ten minutes of screaming, and he's done this since about 10:30PM, when his blood started. He's been quiescent for about ten minutes now - the bed is at a 70 degree angle, so I'm sitting up, and he's sitting with his chest against mine. This isn't the best way to spend the night, but - if it's what we have to do - then it's what we have to do.
The butcher resident came in. She's a little scared of me right now, and I'm kind of okay with that. Basically, she said he sounds "crackle-y," and she'll check his chart and call an adult. Stupid residents.
Gut instinct says a chest x-ray is in the cards for tonight. We'll see what happens. I have a feeling that I'm up until tomorrow afternoon, minimum. Good thing I don't have a newborn at home, so I can get a full night's sleep Sunday night.