At seven he was crying, by 9 he was still going strong, by 11 he was doing the Harlem Shake. As our starting pitcher, my wife was fatigued. Phone the bullpen, it’s time for some relief.
As a rookie, I was a little nervous getting the call. Blissfully asleep on my side of the bed, I usually come in and sleepwalk through a diaper change a few times during the night. But my wife informed me that after 18 hours, she needed a break. She had nursed and burped, she had done all she could. Chalk it up to fatigue, I began warming up.
I was surprisingly serviceable. After a shaky start, I warmed up and after some fussing, I was able to get the little guy to finally drift off, giving my wife an hour and a half of well deserved rest.
Getting the call, I was happy to step up and be of some use. Well not happy, but glad to come in and help.