These are my lovely boys. The little one (Trevor) didn't sleep well last night. Up at midnight and again some time in the middle of the night. At midnight, I felt mom-guilt since he hadn't had a decent supper and so I got up to feed him. Then I feel guilty for reinforcing the crying by getting up to feed him. The second time he woke up, I just let him cry it out. Nice job with the inconsistency, right? But even though I don't want to get him in the habit of late night feeding, it is still such a sweet time together when he's all cuddly and lovey. They're only precious and little for such a short time, I think I'm OK with the midnight nursing.