My on-call night in the NICU Thursday was possibly my busiest, most hectic one ever; sleeping until after noon today may not have been enough to catch up on the lost energy and sleep. I was called to the delivery room 10 times (strangely, to the births of nine girls and only a single boy), and two of the births were of babies with hypoplastic left heart syndrome. Another of the kids was born through thick meconium, and ended up on a ventilator and sick sick. All this was in addition to caring for the two dozen kids who were already on my service; about the only thing that perked the night up was that Shannon came up and spent around five hours hanging out in the call room, providing moral support and kisses whenever I needed them. (Oh, and Wendy’s Big Bacon Classic, which my body needed more than you could possibly imagine.) She rocks — and, in retrospect, so did the night on call.