Happy Anniversary, mom and dad

We spent our three-year wedding anniversary taking turns walking a hysterical (and heavy) baby around. Dylan screamed red-faced and flailed. I cried. Cristiano wanted to throw us both off the balcony. And then something amazing happened. Dylan slept from midnight to 8 a.m. However, there is a huge BUT. He slept on his stomach. As everyone knows these days: "Tummy to play, back to sleep."

But Dylan has learned to roll and there's absolutely no stopping him now. Lately when I put him on his back, he immediately grabs his feet and rolls himself Weeble-style on to his tummy. In fact, I woke up at 4 a.m. unaccustomed to the (fabulous, actually) sensation of four consecutive hours of sleep and was horrified to find him on his tummy. We tried to roll him on his back but he fussed and promptly rolled right back on his stomach and went back to sleep. Short of one of us staying up all night to make sure he stays on his back, I'm not sure what we can do. I doubt one of those positioning pillows would do anything. This is a baby who has very strong ideas about what he wants and what he doesn't want, and I don't see him with a positioning pillow or swaddled.

The best anniversary gift of all was that we were home from the hospital. Yes, Dylan and I spent the weekend in the hospital feverish and vomiting with the nastiest stomach flu I can ever remember having. He was admitted on Saturday and I was at home trying to pump breastmilk in between vomiting and lying-on-the-bathroom-floor-wishing-for-death sessions. I dragged my weak carcass to the hospital to visit him and the nurses convinced me to stay and breastfeed him. Caring for a sick infant while you are sick yourself in a loud pediatric hospital ward (while sharing a room with a hyperactive six-year-old constantly trying to paw at your baby with his germy hands) aint fun. This is supposed to get easier, right?