HA!

I wasn't dressed but I did have a robe on and was sitting in a chair when the doctors rounded this morning. For those of you who have no idea about, be grateful. Sleep is a precious and rare commodity when you are inpatient. I always end up in Little Man's bed, he can't bear to have me more than a skin's width apart from him. But that means I am generally asleep when the docs come to check on their patients. For some reason it is always an entourage that arrives bedside at some unholy hour. I wouldn't be surprised to find out that they recruit kids from the local highschools to round with the docs, because the majority of them look to young to even drink, much less to be done with med school.
So there you are, half asleep, braless, tired from being woke up every two hours all night, hoping beyond all hope that nothing unmentionable is showing, while this qroup of young, mostly male doctors stand over you, discussing your kid in doctor speak. Today, thanks to Little Mans overflowing bladder and pullup, I was not only awake but sitting in a chair with a robe on. Ha! Their evil plot was foiled!
Last night was thankfully, uneventful. Little Man slept as well as he ever does, the IV was well behaved, he had no bad reaction to the Vanco and he is either first or second on the surgery schedule. So far things are looking up. Please keep the comments coming, right now, I live for them! Pitiful, but true.