He lifts your daughter into his arms, “I know, I know you want mommy, but mommy’s asleep so you’ll have to deal with me.”

You don’t stay asleep for long, her wails keep you wide awake. You hear House shushing her and cooing.

“Listen kid, I can’t take you for a walk around the block. You want something to eat? Want your duck? I bet you want the duck.”

Reluctantly, you trudge into the nursery to find him desperately trying to soften her cries. It is beginning to work, your daughter has stopped wailing and slowed to quiet whimpers.