I always arose with my wife when baby 1 was fed in the middle of the night, so I could gaze lovingly at them. With infant 2, I started slipping; by No. 3 I gave it up. No point in both of us losing sleep, right? Besides, frankly, they both were more loving-gaze worthy at 2 p.m. So, I'm a great dad from 6 a.m.-10 p.m.; pretty much an absentee father after that. And for all I know, my wife still feeds our kids at midnight and 3 a.m.