First morning

Last night wasn't too bad, actually. M. was up until 2 a.m., and we took hour-long turns staying up with him. Here at St. V., they're pretty specific about how the baby sleeps, which is a good trait for a hospital, I suppose. In particular, they don't want the baby to sleep in the bed with mom, because they don't want anybody falling out onto the floor.

M. has having none of this, though. He squawked and squeaked and rustled and rumbled until mom curled him up in the crook of an elbow. Then he fell fast asleep, and didn't wake up until 7:30 this morning. Woohoo! We got only a mild reprimand from our pediatrician for not waking the little guy up in the middle of the night to eat. We kept our response private, and everybody felt that duty had been done.

We're taking it easy today. Robin had the option of going home today sometime, but after .3 microseconds of consideration, she decided to stay until tomorrow morning.