Fall Respite

Matthew has been in the throws of a growth spurt; he's been nursing heavily at night again, fighting all his naps, and struggling with reflux. Three nights of poor sleep is usually my threshold before I start getting batty, and Tuesday night was the fourth meaning yesterday I was on edge. I figured we could either rot on the couch in our grumpitude, or we could get out and enjoy the amazing weather and let the cool fall air refresh our lungs. We finally used the red wagon in the way it was intended and had a great morning walking around the culdesac and playing at a nearby park.





I can't say the rest of the day was smooth sailing (Matthew kept me from accomplishing anything other than snuggles and feeding), and by the time Joe came home for dinner I was a nervous wreck. However, we finally caught a break! Last night after both Joe and I took turns trying to put Matthew to bed, he slept until 1 am when I thought I heard him waking and fed him. He then slept until nearly 7. This was a first for him, and there's no doubt that his newfound ability to roll onto his tummy and being on the tail end of the spurt provided him with the better sleep. I am so thankful for this fall respite!