It definitely wasn't me who was so excited to finally get to go home after NOT spending 12 nights in a row in the hospital...so excited that I definitely did NOT let Sawyer stay up late watching a movie that I did NOT pick out for myself. It wasn't me who let him stay up and watch the entire movie with me and then stay up even later to laugh and play before we finally did NOT go to sleep close to midnight. I also did not let him watch the same Mickey Mouse Clubhouse 3 times in a row the next morning while I continued to sleep with my head buried under the covers.
I also did not make him take a 10:30 AM nap even though he naps at 1:00...I did not not not make him lay down at 10:30 just so I could get some things done and we could get to the hospital earlier than usual.
It also definitely was not me who gave my child's blood pressure medicine super fast the other day in the hopes that he would spit it out since I didn't think his BP was worthy of getting the med. It wasn't me. And it SO was not me who rejoiced when the med shot out so super fast all Ridge could do was gag and spit most of it out. I would never ever do that.
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being home from the hospital is a great feeling. enjoyed your post!
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