No two nights are the same at the moment (teething toddler.)
Woke up on Thursday morning at about 1.30am to the sensation of a hot sweet smelling person being glued to me, and I realised that my little one had managed to houdini out of his room, shuffle down the hall in this sleeping bag, get into our room, mount our (pretty high) bed, get one of my boobs out and help himself to a midnight snack. No idea how long he had been feeding for (I had been in a deep sleep after having had a wine with dinner.) Unfortunately the shrimp didn’t want to go back into his own bed after that, and although I eventually got him down at 3, that was me up for the day. Pure shite. Thankfully I’ve never needed much sleep, but I never realised how hard it would be not being master of your own sleep.
So to answer the question, I go to bed between 10.30 and 12, rise between 5 and 7 depending on child alarm, and can be up one or two times in between that to breastfeed/ soothe nightmares.