Caitlin was sick again in the night. No sooner had we put our heads down on the pillow than we heard her fussing in her crib.

"Bring her in here baby, she'll sleep better with us." Either she was too tired to argue or she agreed with me because she didn't make a peep as she headed for the nursery.

I could hear her cooing to our girl over the monitor before they both came back into our room. As soon as my baby saw me, she started calling for her dada, only it sounded ...