William starts fussing and when I wake up, it is morning. I get up and straighten him. He is pushing at his cast and yelling, “I stuck, I stuck!”. I have to smile ruefully as I tell him, “Yes honey, you sure are.” I get him changed and downstairs. After we try a few things and have a discussion, despite his concerns he goes on his tummy. He has since fallen asleep again and Mary is with me snuggled in at my side. Hopefully today will go smoother than last night.

Bowel update… He had a movement Sunday night, but frankly we were too tired to do much more than change it and try to get back to sleep.

William was up at 4:30am this morning screaming his head off. He’s doing well, all things considered, but sometimes you just wish he’d sleep.