Last night was a pretty rough night.  After fighting to get Ellie to sleep more than 45 minutes at a time and a few other mishaps and a mini breakdown I finally made it to bed around 7am this morning right as Hubby was getting ready to walk out the door to go to work. 

I passed out so hardcore that I had 17 missed calls on my cell phone.  I never heard it ring even though I was on the couch and it was inches away from me on the coffee table.  It’s amazing that my cell phone didn’t wake me at all, but every little whimper Ellie made had me checking on her as she slept in her pack ‘n play next to me.

The phone calls were from my family members trying to get in touch with me to let me know that my sister was being taken in for a c section between 12-1pm.  They tried to turn her breech baby, but it didn’t work, so she was scheduled for a c section.  I woke up at 9:30am with my papa knocking on the door to check on me.  He was afraid something was wrong since I wasn’t answering the phone.  I probably would have never heard him knock on the door that was also inches away from me if the dog hadn’t started barking like mad.

I had planned to be at the hospital before my sister when into surgery, but I knew there was no possible way that was happening.  We were both too exhausted and needed sleep, so I put Ellie back to sleep after my papa left, and we both snoozed until noon.  I was afraid it might mess with her sleep schedule, but it didn’t.  She drifted off soundly at 11pm tonight.  Now I just hope she stays asleep longer than she did last night.

I did finally make it to the hospital this afternoon to see my beautiful little nephew.  He’s been dubbed our little testosterone booster since he’s one of the only 2 boys born into our family in the last 22 years. Later this evening after the crowd cleared out I dropped Ellie off with my aunt, and Hubby and I headed back up there to spend some time with my sister, brother-in-law, and the baby.  He’s so tiny, and even though he’s a full 2lbs and 3oz bigger than Ellie was when she was born I feel like he’s the itty bittiest baby I’ve ever seen.  I forgot what it was like when she was that small even though it was only about 6 months ago.  I found myself feeling like I was going to break him when I changed his diaper and swaddled him.  I ever felt like that with Ellie even when she was this little 4lb 5oz baby, and I’d laugh when family and friends who have children would say they were scared to touch her.  I guess it really is different when it’s your own child.  She never seemed small to me.  I didn’t really realize how big she’s gotten until I saw her next to him today. 

Anywho the day started off pretty crappy, but it turned around.  I enjoyed every minute I got to spend with him, and I can’t wait to spoil the little guy.  Now I get to wind down with work that I need to get done, then I’m heading to bed to prepare for another long day tomorrow.  I promised my sister I’ll be back at the hospital to keep her company and to give my brother-in-law a bit of a break since my sister is still confined to the bed, and then we’ve got my little cousin’s high school graduation and cookout in the evening.