Seven

That's the number of times I physically had to get up with Ryan last night. This doesn't count all the other times I woke up to his melody of noises, which are sometimes worse because it takes me a long time to go back to sleep after them. 3:30 came and I caved. Went in his room, scooped him up and crawled into bed with him in there. He tossed and turned until I was tired of getting kicked, poked, scratched, sneezed on... 5:00!!! Time to get up - about thirty minutes before he usually wakes for the day, but I was pooped. Bottle time - 40 minutes of torture for the little guy. Lots of sneezing, coughing and choking because he couldn't breath. Looking forward to the day....