It’s been a whirlwind of a day.

Becky and I both slept soundly last night.

So much for my hopes for a quick discharge.

We will be spending the night at the hospital.

My Tuesday hasn’t gone exactly as planned. Late last night, Becky began struggling to breath.

Josephine was heading to bed when she heard the commotion. She started the Keurig and then attended to Becky. As I rushed to collect a few things, Josephine wrapped Becky in a blanket and strapped her into the car seat. We debated which hospital was the best choice, weighing the longer drive to Christ against Becky’s labored breathing. I thought I could make it safely to the children’s hospital. Thankfully, that was the case.

So I spent last Saturday night with my godparents. My folks went to Rocky’s high school musical. A rousing rendition of Hello Dolly.

I wasn’t invited. Instead, I hung out with Aunt Christy and Uncle Burt.

Mom may have left a container of wipes in my crib. And I took full advantage of this opportune moment.

Observing me while my back was turned, Mom caught me red-handed.