I spent the first several weeks of Baby Sister's life sleeping in the spare room in the basement. I didn't want to disturb the Dad's slumber. He still had to go to work and be functional.
On more than one occassion I would get a middle-of-the-night visit from JW. He and Baby Sister would be wide awake having the time of their lives. She would take her sweet time nursing. He would bounce around the bed singing "No more monkeys jumping on the bed!" All I wanted in life was to go to sleep. It was 3:00 A.M.