Having a newborn certainly wasn't as fulfilling and beautiful as the media portrays, well, at least for the most part.

Sure, there were experiences that Andrew wouldn't trade for the world; feeding the baby, hearing her first little coos, feeling the weight of her upon his chest as she sleeps.

No number of fans screaming his lyrics could even compare to the amount of love he has for his baby girl.

But, of course, there were a good fair share of challenges to balance everything out. The biggest one being getting the damn child to stay asleep at night.

With Andrew being cursed as a heavy sleeper, and you being a light one, you were often burdened with dealing with the late-night tantrums.

Half the time, when Andrew was finally up and out of bed, you already had the baby in your arms, doing your best to settle her.

Tonight was no different. Andrew had been awoken by the sound of consistent wails, a groggy groan rumbling from his throat at the lack of your warmth in the sheets.

Grudgingly, Andrew manages to roll out of bed, trudging into your daughter's room with half-asleep steps.

By the time he made it there the baby's wails had finally quieted down, a wave of relief washing over his taut figure.

"Was she hungry again?" He asked, running a hand over his face in attempt to wake himself up a little more.