Rest? Who Needs Rest?

Ironically, a hospital is the last place one can find rest. It is astounding how many individuals walk into a patient room in one day. Of course, they all give the courtesy knock, but the tap on the door is not intended to ask permission to enter; it is merely to tell you that you have one second before the person strolls in. Guaranteed, I will have just gotten Ayden to sleep before someone comes to poke or prod at him or to ask me a question.

Unfortunately, if one has too many days and/or nights of constant interruption (plus the noises from the monitors, the hallways, and the other patient rooms), one becomes exhausted to the point of tears. I was at such a point when my mama came to the rescue. She always tells me that she has "been reading (her) grandmother book" so that she will be the best possible resource for us without driving us crazy. I honestly don't think she needs to read the book because she already knows me well enough to know how best to help me! She offered to come to the hospital to watch Ayden while I rested, and then she continued to watch him while Bryan and I went to dinner. I was immensely grateful for the opportunity to pause and to spend time with my husband. Mama was happy too because she got to spend some time with Ayden.