a little after midnight chatter

I'm up way too late. I'm "waiting" for Soren to settle into sleep in an semi-upright position so that he doesn't start to fuss and fidget as soon as I lay him down. Ah, the nuances a parent of a child that spits up comes to depend on to create the least amount of distress for their baby. But I am grateful for his peaceful sleeping at the moment as 30 minutes ago he was shrieking like one of the wraiths from The Lord of the Rings movies. It truly sounds terrifying, as if I was somehow doing something horrible to him, when in reality he is trying to pass air. Gas bubbles. Either up or down or both at the same time. No matter...his little body just hasn't gotten it down yet. It his difficulty in managing these bodily functions that has forced his dad out of bed and into the guest room. (And before the past few nights, the couch, as the guest room was occupied.) Apparently, Soren's every whimper wakes him up, so his rest is very poor. Hopefully after he catches up on his sleep deprivation, I will do the same. At least the night feedings aren't too bad anymore. And since I try to feed him before I go to sleep, it helps with getting a few hours right away.

As I reach around his body to type, I notice how heavy he is! He is so much heavier and stronger than Eisley was at this age. He has almost fallen out of our arms a few times because he can jerk his body with such force and so little control that it is dangerous. It definitely keeps you on your toes...and to be honest, I just keep him in my Ergo Baby carrier because I know that he is safely attached to my body!