It's the same thing with my nieceDarth Wong wrote:One word of advice, Patrick: try not to be overly paranoid. I used to wake up repeatedly in the middle of the night, creep over to his crib, and check to make sure he was still breathing. Terrified of disrupting his sleep, I would stare at him in the darkness to see if his little chest was moving. If I couldn't see, I would put my hand near his nose to see if I could feel the air moving in and out. I did this for months, during which I became steadily more and more fatigued for obvious reasons.
PS. Sometimes, I still peek into the boys' room in the middle of the night to make sure they're both OK.
Guess it's just instinctual.