From Prime Time to Pajamas
Anderson Cooper is used to the hum of breaking news, the red-eye flights, and the high-stakes interviews. But these days, some of his most important stories happen in the dim light of his sons’ nursery.
Every night, without fail, Cooper gets up for the bottle shift. No producers, no teleprompters—just a sleepy baby and a warm bottle of milk.
The Start of a New Beat

“It began when Wyatt was a few months old,” Cooper said. “I didn’t want to sleep through that time. It felt like a privilege, not a burden.”
Now with Sebastian added to the nighttime mix, Cooper’s role has doubled. But he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Some people meditate. I warm bottles.”
The 2 A.M. Rhythm
Most nights, Anderson sets his internal clock. He hears a rustle or a tiny whimper. The bottle is already prepared.
“I try not to turn on too many lights,” he explains. “Just a soft lamp. It keeps things calm.”
He walks slowly, barefoot, adjusting to the stillness. Newsrooms buzz. Nurseries breathe.
“It’s the quietest part of my day.”
Conversations in the Dark
Sometimes, he whispers news headlines to his baby. Other times, it’s made-up lullabies or reflections from the day.
“Last night I told Wyatt about the moon. How people used to think it was made of cheese. He looked at me like he already knew better.”
Feeding time becomes thinking time. For Anderson, it’s a moment to pause, to let his mind wander gently instead of racing.
Bottles Over Breaking News
Friends and colleagues often ask how he manages night shifts at home and CNN’s demands.
“You just do it,” Cooper shrugs. “There’s no control room here. Just instinct and love.”
The challenge, he says, isn’t the fatigue. It’s the impermanence.
“They won’t always wake up at 2 A.M. needing me. I know this won’t last. That’s why I lean into it.”
A Legacy of Love, Not Headlines
Anderson lost his own father when he was ten. The memory still cuts deep.
“I don’t remember my dad ever feeding me at night. Not because he didn’t—I just don’t remember. So I want to give my sons what I wish I could remember.”
There’s no applause at 2 A.M., no ratings boost. But Cooper believes this is the legacy that truly matters.
Sebastian’s Smile, Wyatt’s Wiggle
Sebastian, the youngest, often opens one eye when he senses Anderson nearby.
“It’s like he’s checking to make sure it’s me,” Cooper smiles. “Then he relaxes.”
Wyatt, now a bit older, sometimes wakes just to say, “Hi, Daddy,” before drifting back to sleep.
“It’s not about the bottle. It’s about the reassurance.”
Parenting Solo, Not Alone
Though Anderson co-parents with his former partner Benjamin Maisani, they’ve established a system of support.
“Ben sometimes takes the early evening shift. I take the deep night. It works for us.”
They communicate constantly—about sleep patterns, formula changes, new preferences.
“Like any great team, we pass the baton.”
Nights Without News
When he’s not working the news desk, Cooper avoids his phone during feedings.
“It’s tempting to scroll. But I try to be fully there. No emails. No updates. Just him and me.”
He’s learned to savor the weight of a baby in his arms, the gentle suck of the bottle, the soft breath of a sleeping child.
“You don’t get that kind of peace in a studio.”
When the Bottle is Empty
The end of a feeding is bittersweet. Anderson burps his son gently, walks him back to the crib, and lays him down slowly.
“I always whisper, ‘I love you.’ Even if he’s asleep. I want that to be the last thing he hears.”
Then, back to bed—or sometimes to his desk, to finish writing, editing, or preparing for the next morning.
“But I move slower now. A little softer. Those feedings linger.”
The Unexpected Assignment
Anderson Cooper has covered wars, natural disasters, presidential debates. But fatherhood, he says, is the most complex, most rewarding assignment yet.
“There’s no training for it. No script. Just presence.”
His greatest takeaway?
“News changes every hour. But love, shown consistently in the small hours of the night—that stays.”
One Day, They Won’t Need the Bottle
And when that day comes, Anderson knows he’ll miss it.
“I’ll miss the quiet. The dark. The warmth. The knowing that I was what they needed in that exact moment.”
So for now, he keeps his phone on silent. His heart on full.
One bottle at a time.
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