Some days really get off on the wrong foot. Brendan and Trevor both slept through the night, once Brendan was in bed after 11pm. When Bill is not home and I am sleeping in the living room, Eins gets nervous and was in and out of the dog door and barking at everything in sight all night. Combined with the beeps and clicks and noise of Brendan’s machines, I got just a few hours of actual sleep again.

It seemed like the morning would be OK. The boys both woke up with smiles. But after breakfast, they just wanted to have it out with each other. For Brendan’s first food of the day, I put him in his crib with an iGuy. He’d be safe from Trevor and he would stay calm while eating.
30 minutes later, Brendan throws up everywhere. I move him out of the puddles and strip him and start to gather up the blankets that were hit. His diaper is wet all over the outside, so I go to change it… and he pees all over the other side of the bed where I had just moved all the stuff to stay dry.
I give him a sponge bath with warm soapy towels and get him dressed in fresh clothes and put him on the floor. Then I strip the sheets off the bed. I pick up the fresh sheets and they are all wet!! Brendan is sitting in a big slimy puddle. He had managed to open the med port on his food line and so formula plus all of the contents of his stomach were draining on to the floor.
Another sponge bath, another new outfit, another set of crib sheets, lots of laundry later.. it was only 10am.
Bill made it home safely just before noon and I was glad for the help!

The rest of the day didn’t go as bad as the morning.

I have a series of pictures from right after Bill washed his sleeping bag and layed it out on the floor. It turned in to a challenge ring and the boys had a big pillow fight. Pillow fight to them does not mean hitting each other with pillows, it means who can control the most pillows and keep the other from touching them.

I can’t wait to sleep in my bed tonight. My pillow is calling me already.