Amputation

My son had a rough day today. My wife said he didn’t sleep all day, because of gas bubbles in his stomach, so he was fussy all night. After a warm bath and a lot of snuggles, he finally fell asleep in my arms. Knowing he had to be exhausted, I let him sleep. I figured he’d wake up after 30 or so minutes and want some food. But it’s been 4.5 hours, and he’s still fast asleep. Which wouldn’t be such a big deal except my arm has completely fallen asleep underneath him, and I desperately need to pee. And yet, seeing his angelic face so peaceful in sleep, I’m tempted to acknowledge that I’ll need to amputate my arm and pee all over myself before I wake him up. I would have to be the worst father in the world to put a little thing like living life with two arms and being dry before the happiness of my son.