So on Friday morning I woke up Alliclaus after only four hours of sleep.

This is for real what I look like. And not just at 4 am. It's so sad.

She did pretty well. She was obviously very tired and did frequently root for the Breasts of Nourisment, but she was fairly easily distracted.

This can't possibly be this easy, can it?

This is right after her bath. Things went a bit downhill from here.

We left for the hospital very early, mostly because I didn't want to bother our neighbor with the screams. Andiclaus sat in the back of the car and tried to keep Alliclaus awake on the fifteen minute trip to the hospital. He was relatively successful, but man, was it an adventure.

We got to Children's Mercy Hospital. It was very much a children's hospital.

(Side note: I know how important it is to have a children's hospital be cheerful, but it is really depressing to be there. Most of the other kids in Radiology that morning were very obviously not well. I can't even imagine sitting in their seats rather than mine.)

After all that, I would have expected Alliclaus to fall asleep as soon as she hit the table. As the nice lady PROMISED she would. It took us about 45 minutes to get her to sleep in there. But once she did, she was out pretty well.

She never sleeps this way in her carseat. She usually does the weird head falling forward sleep that makes you think your child will have a sore neck for years thing. This time she was too tired for that shit.

The hardest part was definitely the overtired baby won't take a nap routine we went through all afternoon. All Andiclaus and I wanted to do was sleep. She was not interested.

Anyway, I should hear from the doctor today or tomorrow. If I haven't heard by close of business today, I will be calling first thing tomorrow, all "Hello, Anxious Mother here. Please tell me all is well." I think a doctor looked at the CT before we left the hospital and I assume that if her brain was about to burst forth from her head, they wouldn't have let us leave.