I'm convinced Gabriel knows that I've been blogging at 3am. For the past two weeks, he has consistently woken at 3 or 4am and refused to go back to sleep with a simple nursing. And so here we are again, bouncing... bouncing.... bouncing... just like every other night. He'll fall asleep, mouth agape, in his sling, as I rock back and forth and type this with my one free hand. We'll keep swaying for another ten minutes or so, just to make sure he's in a deep sleep, and then it's back to bed for another couple hours (if I'm lucky!).