Yesterday, I started back up in the neonatal ICU, which means two things to you, the faithful reader. First, it means that you’ll get a few more stories about the things that pediatricians and neonatologists do to save kids in the earliest hours of their lives — like when i just gave an immediately newborn little boy a few breaths from a mask, and he went from looking like death to crying and screaming and doing all those things that babies who’ve just come out of the womb do. (I love the incredible resilience of newborn babies.) Second, however, it means that there’s a good chance that I’ll be a little quieter than normal; the hours are grueling, and I get this feeling that sleep will be at a premium.