One of those nights

Last night classified as one of "those" nights. Eddie slept horribly,  the apnea monitor would not stop going off, and during the worst episodes he would start breathing again by screaming his head off.
He spent most of the night in my arms. First in our bed, then on the couch (I was not sleeping)  nothing could make him comfortable. 
I was very close to calling it quits and taking him to the hospital, something I try desperately to avoid, because they will admit him, and It won't serve much purpose other than to keep an eye on him because we have no game plan yet. That is hopefully for the ninith. 
Now? He's napping peacefully.The only indicator he had a lousy night are the raccoon eyes.  I wish I were too. Send coffee.