I walked into the nursery and picked up Ellie who was crying. I cradled her close to me and
kissed her pink forehead.
I brought her out into the livingroom, only to be swarmed by everyone. Both Ellie and I
were deafened by the “awws” but I enjoyed the attention.
Later that night, Graham and I were lying in bed, three bassinets near the end of the
bed.
“We aren’t going to get much sleep.” Graham said, laughing.
“I know. You can get up with them first, I was the one who had the C-Section,
remember.” I said, touching the scar.
“That’s not fair!” Graham complained. I just laughed. I scooted close enough and
kissed him lightly on the nose.
“Sure feels good to sleep in my own bed.” I sighed. Graham rubbed my arm as I tried
to find a comfortable position to sleep in.
We ended up falling asleep at around 10:30, waking up three times at 2:30, 4:30, and
for the last time at 6:30. We just stayed up after that. I let Graham go back to bed around 7:00,
although he greatly refused. He hadn’t been up that many times in AGES and it was sure killing
him.