Since I had a c-section we were kept a couple of days longer that a typical deliver, but the plus side to this was that I was able to get the hang of breast feeding with the aid of a lactation consultant and nipple shields. As a result I actually nursed Rowan for 2/3 weeks, as opposed to one with Aidan. But ultimately my milk did not come in fast enough to satisfy his appetite and we began supplementing. He got the benefit of the colostrum, but ended up with nipple confusion and preferred the bottle because it was easier to nurse. After only a couple of months on regular formula we switched to soy because he had so much gas and we figured that was why he was colicky. It didn’t surprise us too much, Aidan had had the same problem. After the switch our house was much more peaceful.

I can’t say with a certainty just when we began to notice something was different about him. We expected it, we had prepared our selves to accept each of our children as special and unique beings. All the advice I had been given about raising multiple children said that they are all different, don’t compare them, and accept them for how god made them, and most of all … what ever worked for the first won’t work on the next.

So we spent much of the first year marveling in how Aidan & Rowan were so very night and day. I attributed everything to personality. Even as a small infant Rowan hated to be swaddled, or cuddle or be held for that matter (although Aidan had), but it didn’t strike me as a cause for concern, I just though it was different. Because Aidan had loved it as most babies do, and we swaddled him till he couldn’t stay swaddled in those little receiving blankets.

Rowan slept mostly in his swing or in a vibrating bouncer. They seemed to give him a security and comfort I couldn’t. The crib and bassinet for the most part when unused, at least till he out grew the bouncer and we were forced to move him to a safer place to sleep.