I figured y'all needed some light-hearted humor to reassure you that even through all of this, I'm still not normal:)
In all seriousness though, Heather's doing well and last night was a fairly good night. She attempted to get up with the assistance of a few nurses to go to the bedside potty. Notice how I said the "assistance of two bedside nurses" and left myself out of it? DANG! I've done so well through all of our experiences during this pregnancy: incident heading to San Diego and landing in New Mexico, food poisoning and cleaning her up, needles, resets of her broken wrist, and draining blood from her knee. But it all caught up to me at 1am this morning. As she attempted the process of going to the bathroom at the bedside portable, a combination of the middle of the night and the amount of discomfort and pain she was experiencing while moving, I got very light-headed and whoozy. So, I took a timeout and laid down on my little bed next to her while she called another nurse to help out. What a panzy I am... Two nurses helping my wife in pain, and I'm chillin' on the couch watching, or rather staring at the ceiling and attempting to gain my bearings. I recovered quickly and didn't hurl:) We just enjoyed a beautiful sunrise this morning and are hoping for a great first day as we meet with the physical therapy staff soon and she'll begin the journey!
Until later, Love the 3 of us