Last night I was up until after midnight finishing a transcription project, then up at 2 to feed Tiny. Then Zane got up at 6:30 to go to a trial. Bottom line: I was not in the mood to get up at 7 when Sabrina started fussing. So I though, "Why do I have to listen to the sleep gurus who forbid you from bringing the baby to bed because of interrupted sleep/baby never going back to her own bed/suffocation? Psshht!" So I fed her in bed and then dozed for a couple more hours. Did you know that babies wake up happy and smiling? Well, they do. I can hardly stand how wonderful and sweet my baby girl is.