I can no longer sleep like a shrimp

When Timo was warded, I curled up with him in the hospital cot. Maybe I was less hefty, or maybe the bars of the cot were spaced wider apart that my legs could stick out.

This time round with Jo, I slept so uncomfortably, curled up really like a shrimp beside him in his cot. I feel bad for abandoning my baby, but my back cannot take the convoluted treatment for another night. I am, but compelled to use the collapsable bed provided.