So I'll share anyway: my older daughter had croup last weekend and got really worked up around 2am on Saturday night. So I bundled her up and took her out on the back porch, as one does.
And I was sitting there in 15-deg. air, looking up at the stars, with a 40-lb sack of "I love you" and "I'm so miserable" on my lap, thinking back to eight years ago (probably to the month) doing the same thing for the first time with my oldest.
Back then we lived in a 3rd-floor walk-up, so my wife and I were trudging up and down the stairs with a wheezing baby, delirious for lack of sleep.