Rowan finally fell asleep. Essentially, he had been awake from 2:15am until 9:50am. He had a couple 10 minute naps here are there (Oh yeah, and 2 feedings and 3 diaper changes). Those don't count as sleeping in my book. How can something so small dominate two adults? The scary thing is that he's succeeding. Don't let his cuteness fool you, people. He's crafty and cunning. Just when you think you've gotten him to settle down, BAM! He lets out a piercing whelp. We go through our checklist of potential problems: diaper, food, burping, stuffy nose, gas, demon possession... Usually we can come up with a solution, but sometimes, I think he likes to yell to see what we'll try. Take this morning for example. After rocking, walking, bouncing (lying down and sitting up), shushing, swaddling, swinging, singing, patting, massaging, and jiggling I finally got out the car seat. I put him in it and set the car seat on the bed where I commenced to wiggling the thing around in random patterns. It took nearly 20 minutes of this nonsense before he finally nodded off. It worked this time. Hopefully it will work again.
I've compared this time to basic training boot camp. Not that Jeremy or I have experienced boot camp first hand. But, we have seen lots of movies... Private Benjamin, Stripes, etc. Rowan's job is to break us down mentally and challenge us physically with the ultimate goal of turning us into lean, mean, parenting machines. Oorah.
Ahhh! He keeps making grunting noises like he wants to wake up. It's only been a half hour since he went to sleep. Today is going to be a loooong one.
P.S. Jeremy is going to post some new photos today. Check 'em out.
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