Last night was not Ethan's best night, nor was it mine. Mia was at work, and Ethan was having a bit of a cough-y night. He didn't wake up, which surprised me, but did make noise a couple of times that made me nervous.

So, after Mia got home, which was later than I wanted to be up, we went to bed. Then, an hour later Ethan did wake up. Screaming. And coughing.

I was pretty annoyed because I had hoped that if he was going to do his nightly wake up, it would be before I went to bed. Waking up to take care of him after going to be is very disorienting and difficult because of the groginess and desire to get back into bed.
I made him a bottle with some medicine and went in. He didn't want the bottle. He didn't want to calm down either. Finally, he quieted (no bottle) and I put him into his crib. Then shortly, very shortly, afterwards he started screaming again.

So, this time Mia went in to try and give him the bottle. But he didn't want her, only me. I stormed into the room, and Mia took some time to calm me down before handing Ethan over and leaving.
I took some deep breaths and sat in our rocking chair. I kept putting the bottle in his hands, or up near his mouth until he finally drank some. After which he fell back asleep and I was able to put him down for good.

I know that I'm not capturing my real emotional state in this post, but I was pretty aggrevated. I can't say enough how grateful I am to my wife for helping me last night. Really, without her I would not be able to be a good father (well, if I had to I would try but wouldn't be anywhere near as successful).
We work well as a team.