I just left both boys’ rooms. Matthew was up crying in his sleep, pulling at his diaper (this has never happened so I was concerned a bit). I went in to change him and got to snuggle him a little before crossing the hallway to feed Bryson. I tried putting him in the crib after feeding him just to see if he’d tolerate it half-asleep. He did not and woke up completely. So I put him in his rocker and left him there to put himself to sleep. I’m obsessively watching him on the monitor, almost perfectly content, stopping myself from going in to hold him. I love holding him… Even in the middle of the night.
I’m going in!