Yesterday was the first time Ryan was on overnight call at the hospital and I was all by myself. As the title implies, yes, it was even far worse than I expected. It was also the first time we were going to take all the kids to church - and I was by myself. Plus I knew that some kids at playgroup that week had been exposed to rotavirus so I decided to just keep Cash with me (since I'm a paranoid germ freak). Yeah, my Sunday school class got a video. (Oh, and in my neglect Cash managed to find a yellow crayon and draw all over three purple upholstered chairs.)
Around 6pm Ryan made a surprise stop home for a few minutes. I cried when I saw him I was so happy.
I cried again later that night (I mean morning) when I was getting out of bed for the 17th time and I realized I had only slept from 12am-3am.
I really hope the next call is better. Too bad it's every 4 days for the whole month.
In other news, Ashton is now 11lbs and Phoenix is 10lbs 8oz. And Cash has Fifth's disease. So much for my germ paranoia.
Oh, and yes, I did take the baby pictures.