Coop-a-doop is 3 months old today, and we took him to urgent care after a particularly fussy afternoon just to see if maybe he has an ear infection. He does not. He has also gained exactly a pound in the last month, weighing in at 13 and a half pounds.
The 4th trimester is over, meaning I should be thin and Coop should be starting to take reliable naps. Neither of us got that memo, apparently.
Cooper is still the most wonderful baby in the world, and I would tell you why, but it is 9:15 and I am going to bed as soon as I bag today's milk and wash my pump. Coop has added a 1:30 feeding, and I miss the days when he slept until 4. Sigh. We moved him out of his Rock n Play and into his crib and with this move came another night feeding. Blurgh.