Seventeen Months Later
Sleep was precious. Though it was better than when she’d first come home from the hospital, Paige still got tired by the middle of the afternoon, doing everything she could to hang in there until Clay came in from working. For the first couple weeks, Jan had stopped by around lunchtime to help her out, but as soon as she thought she could handle it by herself, Paige told her it wasn’t necessary.
Women had babies every single day. She could do this, too.
Still, when Clay had come home early that day and coaxed her into taking a nap, Paige hadn’t refused. Dinner was in the crockpot—her new best friend ever since her third trimester—and an hour to make up for the lost sleep the night before was a godsend. She fell asleep as soon as she hit the pillow, and when she op
