It was a rough night last night. Sam was running a fever and couldn't sleep or nurse. And, he didn't even want his dad to look at him. He'd cry whenever he saw Joe come into his room.
So, it was mom-duty all night long. From 11:15pm to 4:21 am this morning, when I finally decided to call in Joe, in spite of Sam's wishes.
When I finally fell asleep, I thought Sam was falling off the bed and reached out to grab him...
...only to find I was desperately clutching a pouting Schatzi, who'd been sleeping on my feet.