Pam POV
The sound of one of the baby's crying woke me from my sleep. It was the best sleep I had had since Bob was put in the hospital. At first, I did not understand where I was, but the sound of his demanding a feed had my brain yelling at me to move it to the baby before all three started to cry.
I was up and rushing to the baby's room so fast that I had not even put on my robe and slippers. This was such a new sound. I had slept at the hospital every night since Bob got hurt and was getting used to the hospital routine; last night was my first night sleeping at home, and it felt weird and different and good all at the same time. It was what I had been waiting for and what I needed to hear coming from a room in my home. I had a baby monitor by my bed, so I knew the moment one of them
