I can understand, barely, dialing a wrong number at 4:30 in the morning. Barely. But not three times in a row. Fortunately, my emphatic statement of "I don't know who you are, but you are calling my son's hospital room at four thirty in the morning and I want you to stop" seems to have worked, and Ben has rolled over and gone back to sleep.
I, on the other hand, am now wide awake.
I, on the other hand, am now wide awake.