He's On Our Schedule Now

What's maddening for me about a newborn is having to follow his whims: when he's hungry, fussy, or soiled, that's what's next to do, whether it's in 5 seconds or 2 hours.  Hard for someone like me who has his time scheduled down to the minute.  But part of the package that comes with a baby, and because Asher is so gosh darn cute I really don't mind it.

But with his recent doctor check-up, we're starting to turn a corner.  Doc told us he should now be eating every three or four hours, and not more often.  So gone are the reacting to him needing a bottle by getting a bottle ready, whether it's been 5 hours or 45 minutes.

It took a couple of days, but we're now able to space out the feeds.  It's still bumpy, because he can be a handful in between.  But we're heading in the right direction, to the place where he finally sleeps through the night and Amy no longer has to stay up late and I no longer have to wake up early.  We may not see the light at the end of the tunnel, but at least we have a glimpse of the tunnel itself.