Right after I had my baby, my husband worked second shift, so he didn't get home until around 2am.
Yeah, but it wasn't really a problem, until one night around 11pm. I was changing her diaper. The changing table was in front of a window, and I could hear people running up and down the porch in front of the window and they were banging on the house.
I'm not sure. Doors and windows were locked, but I was so relieved when my husband got home.