One of the things they never tell you in advance about being married to a physician is that you're going to have to suffer through on-call nights, too. We had a rough night a few nights ago. David got paged about once every 90 minutes all night long. Every time I fell back asleep from one wakeup, I'd be jolted into wakefulness again.
Of course, it was much worse for David. He actually had to get up and call the people who paged him and THEN provide a medically useful answer to their questions. Gah. Meanwhile, I was wondering how many nights of interrupted sleep we've experienced since David was in residency and how much accumulated sleep debt we've managed to long. But that just made my brain hurt, so I then switched to tossing and turning and wishing the bedroom was cooler.
Anyway, the next morning, I yawned at the breakfast table. William asked me if I was tired. I told him that I was.
"Daddy's pager went off a lot last night in the middle of the night," I said. "So I didn't get a very good night's sleep."
William nodded, his eyes wide with sympathy.
"The king's pager went off all night last night, too," he said. "And the princess didn't get a very good night's sleep either."
Isn't it nice to know that the castle people know exactly what we're going through?