That's where we are. For once, we arrived early to the hospital. Unfortunately, that means more time sitting around and waiting for The Boy to be taken to his next location.
He's hungry. He hasn't had a solid meal since breakfast yesterday, at about 6:30. He nursed and had juice and broth yesterday. Last milk was at 7:15 before we left, and with nothing substantial in his stomach, it means that he is not a happy boy. It also means that he won't tolerate being held by me, because he just starts crying and pawing at me, because he wants his milk!
We are awaiting the arrival of The Boy's cheering section--my mother, and Musical Daddy's father and brother. We will both be updating throughout the day--stay tuned.