Liam Fits In So Well

Here is what I remember of last night:
10:30: Go to bed
1:30: Liam is awake.
1:30 - 4:50: Feed Liam twice, hold him, put him in his bed six times or so, fetch him again when he freaks out, lather, rinse, repeat.
4:50: Beg Jim to take Liam.
4:50 - 6:00: Sleep in 10-minute spurts, waking each time Jim tries to put Liam down.
6:00: Liam's been asleep for a little while, and Jim goes to take a shower. Liam starts to fuss as soon as the door clicks into place, and tears spring to my eyes. I lay there, trying to savour the warmth of the covers, until his fussing escalates.
6:04: Take Baby out of his bed and hold him against me. We hold on to each other, foreheads pressed together, and I say, "We're in this together, huh?" Liam reaches up in the dark and inserts a finger into my nostril. Excited at finding something new to do, he bounces in my lap and breathes rapidly.

I barely had the energy to extract his fat little digit from my nose, but I laughed as I did it.