When my son was born, we didn’t live in the town the hospital was in & my husband was working 13-hour shifts.
In order to see us at night, he slept on a terrible cot on the floor, up against the wall in my hospital room.
When I was sleeping, the RNs would fairy my infant son out of my arms & into the bassinet next to my bed.
One shift change, I woke up to see 3 RNS & a nursing assistant standing in the door of my room, looking dreamy & giggling.
You know that sweet little peeping sounds infants make in their sleep? My son was singing a whole song of those little peeps.
But that’s not what was making those seasoned nurses giggle.
My husband was making the same sounds, as he does, in his sleep, completing the chorus.
They were completely enamored with my two men talking to each other, through their dreams.
But they weren’t as enamored as I was.
I don’t have many memories that warm me to the core like the memory of our first night with our son, my husband on a cot on the floor, a gaggle of old labor & delivery nurses mooning at us in our sleep.
