I called the hospital at 6.30am, and the nurse said he had slept fine, and she had just been in there for morning vitals check, so he was just starting to wake up and get sorted out. I'd forgotten to warn them that he often throws up in the mornings (he has major acid reflux) and that he can't take his meds immediately, or he'll get sick, so I told the nurse and she said they'd work something out so he can take his meds a little later.
I know he's in the right place, and that he needs help, but I miss my boy. It's strange not to have him growling at everyone in the morning! I'm glad we'll get to go see him tonight. The younger boys want to go see him, too, but I don't know if that will upset him more, or help him feel better. I think we won't take them tonight, but I'll encourage them to write him a note or draw a picture, and I'll ask him if he wants them to come next time.
I'm going to try to get a little more sleep, now. 2 hours is just not enough for me to be human!