The times that I hate the most are late at night/early morning when insomnia has rattled my brain or early in the morning around 6:00 when I have awoken because I could no longer attempt sleep from my restless night.
I hate these times because Dalton is usually sound asleep. I glance over at his chest to make sure it is still moving up and down. I listen to his shallow breaths and pray that Pittsburgh calls us with an evaluation appointment soon. I hate laying there by myself,
for something that might never happen.