Some hope for the freshman parents out there: number 2 isn't all that bad. It's funny how much you learn from the first go around. We spent hours with Rowan diagnosing every whimper, every grunt, every dirty or dry diaper. We kept ourselves up half the night trying to determine what the little scowl on his face meant during his bowel movement. We occasionally put our ears to his tummy to listen for a disconcerting gurgle. I remember the 3am conversations:

I think he's gassy.
Maybe he ate too much?
No, I think he's hungry.
But he just ate 45 minutes ago.
Yes, but your breast was only half full from the last feeding.
Yes, but I'll produce as much milk as he needs.
Really?
I think he's cholicky.
Why?
He's just so fussy.
Maybe he's poopy?
But we just changed him.
That was like an hour ago.
Was it?
Shh -- I think he just tooted.

Maybe Sawyer's just easier. Maybe it's because Liz's milk is in earlier. Maybe I should just delete this since it's only been five nights. But we spend a whole lot less time trying to figure out why he's crying. Now we hear Sawyer crying, so Liz feeds him. Or she cuddles with him. Or I take him downstairs and put him in his swing or vibrating kiddie-seat. He seems a lot happier, and we're enjoying more sleep and less stress. It's also a huge confidence boost to see your first child thriving so successfully after 14 months.