It is the middle of the night and I’m holding my baby.  My son Schuyler has just turned a month old and we’re remembering again what it feels like to wake up every 2 hours.  My wife Heather is doing all the hard work of nursing him every few hours but in the last week we’ve settled into a bit of a routine where I take the baby starting at about 4am and give him a breast-milk bottle of breakfast and let him sleep away from Mama and let her have 3-4 hours of uninterrupted sleep.  On this morning, the baby can’t quite get comfortable after a 3am feeding so at 3:30 we tucked Mama in and Schuyler and I hung out for a few hours.  I rocked him for a good 30 minutes while he just watched me, sucking his pacifier, his eyes intently gazing into mine.  His face…