Ahh, Mr. Sleep, hello? Where are you? Umm, when people said take your naps now because you won't get them later I thought that meant less sleep not no sleep at all. We're dying here. Everyone said stay in the hospital for as long as possible but there are people coming in and out of the room every 10 minutes so we can't grab any sleep. They are used to working at 2am and they just stroll in all happy as clams being like, "Hey, how's everyone doing?" Well, if this isn't last call I'm sleeping right now! 2 am? Really? I think those days were pretty much behind us and after Quentin's arrival they definitely are.
The Quinster has it backwards as well. (Maybe he should hang with the nurses - he's such a looker anyway). He's spending the night crying and wanting to hang out while we want some sleep. During the day he's as quiet as, well, a baby. Carrie only clocked about 30 minutes of sleep the first night and I got a couple of hours. We didn't have a dog sitter so last night I ran home to attend to the dog and get some sleep. Carrie had a rough night. Quentin apparently was fussy last night so she only got about 90 minutes of sleep. I dealt with Lucky this morning and headed to the hospital to give Carrie a reprieve. I don't think she'll really get one though, until we head home. The doctors and nurses are checking on her regularly for this and that so she gets attention about every hour or so. Our nurse yesterday told us the key was to sleep in the mid-afternoon, since that's the quietest time. I think we will try that today.
The hospital staff has been a little less organized the last day or so complicating our schedule. We weren't allowed to feed him from 6-9 am the first morning so he could get circumcised and then they didn't show up, so our poor little guy was starving. They came in during lunch time and of course they couldn't do it then because he had eaten. Then we went through the same ordeal this morning and once again they showed up at 10:30 am, which of course was right after he finished eating after holding out for 3.5 hours. Don't they know Quentin needs to put on weight to fulfill his life long (all 18 hours of it) dream of playing quarterback for the Packers? Coincidentally they look like they need one right now.
Yesterday afternoon Quentin and I spent the late afternoon watching Favre and the Jets, honing our throwing technique. It's going to be great to have another football fan in the house. Carrie has been holding her own over the years but Quentin, with those big hands, long fingers and his height will really have an advantage to see over those tall linemen. I figure another 21 years or so and after winning the Heisman during his junior year, he'll graduate early and be a number one pick thanking his parents at the podium for laying the groundwork for such a successful career. At the draft in New York I'm sure the crowd will be chanting Quen-tin! Quen-tin! Quen-tin!
But I digress. We are hoping to go home this afternoon. Quentin has his glamourshots this afternoon so we are making him look pretty - ahem, I mean handsome. That hair is awesome. I think a little gel, mess that up a bit and he could model for Abercrombie. We'll pass out some pics soon. In the mean time here is a shot about 1 hour after birth still in labor and delivery.
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