The night was not so hot for any of us. The Boy got some Grandma for most of the night, starting at 1AM. That's a couple / few hours earlier than he usually does. I'm still convinced that he's having nightmares or flashbacks that scare the crap out of him. The Wife & I didn't get to sleep until well after 1AM: it was the first opportunity we've had in a couple of months to just sit and TALK, and we had a very emotional discussion about... well, everything.
The morning went surprisingly smoothly. Up at 6:30, packed and showered and medicined and all that, and in the car at 7:30. There was a brief delay at the bagel store, but we were at the hospital by 8:20. In admitting, we went right to a window, then right upstairs. We missed the elevator by 10 seconds, only to run into our pediatrician coming out of the next elevator. Fortuitous timing! We asked a few questions, then upstairs.
We're in 4206, which is a room we like because our AT&T phones actually get reception. We got The Boy settled, weighed, EMLA creamed, and happy with apple juice. I got the rest of the stuff from the car, and then I set the room up the way we like it. At that point, I went home and passed out for an hour and a half.
Woke up, put 20% of my dissertation into the formal outline required, and am now procrastinating making telephone calls. I have to find the title of my car, or discover how to replace it. I had to arrange for extra trash pickup because of party garbage. I have to call for an asthma doctor appointment then discover how my new PCP does referrals. Then, another quick rest, and back to work on my dissertation. I think I can knock off at least one more part of it today and the rest tomorrow and Wednesday. It's written, I just need to format it correctly and flesh out some answers and cut out some unneeded analysis. No worries - five more hours' work.