There's a lot not to like about the witching-hour nursing sessions, especially if you're the famished baby or the groggy mom, but I have found at least one redeeming feature: feeling what night is like again. In college and grad school, I had a deep intimacy with the 11 p.m. - 3 a.m. period of time, which I've lost in the past few years. But just the past few nights' worth of nursings have brought me back to an appreciation of the myriad sounds and limited sights of late nights and early mornings: the dim shapes of the trees outside, the flash of car headlights on the road, the ceaseless chirp of the crickets, the infrequent calls of night birds. It's wonderful - though, really, a long second place behind sleeping.

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