It was three months ago today that Rowan arrived, slightly surprising us by sending us to the hospital on Independence Day. Simultaneously it feels as if he has just arrived and as if we have never been without him.
Today was a fussy day, filled with awakeness when there should have been sleeping and vice versa. Grandmommy says possibly ear trouble or allergies; Leah says possibly a growth spurt. I guess we'll see. He's already wearing some 9-month clothes, so if he really does have a growth spurt I don't know what we'll do with him! :-) Anyway, things have evened back out this evening, and tonight is slated to be Rowan's first feeding-free night. We've got no illusions that it'll be interruption-free for us (starting at 1:45am for the last few nights, Rowan feels the need to rouse us to comfort him almost hourly even after he's been fed). Anyway, once the feeding is eliminated we'll set to work on applying the other sound principles of baby sleep to help him, and us, make it through the night. But we'll go one night at a time!
I hope we wakes up soon for his goodnight feeding. We need to get some good rest -- for tomorrow is a glorious FootballDay!!