Henry fell asleep in my arms tonight. The sweetest moment. Everyone should create an opportunity to have a baby fall asleep in their arms. The triumphant return to peaceful bliss after a half hour spent hauling butt around the house making dramatic shifts from screaming to laughing to sobbing. It’s exhausting and difficult to keep up.
An hour will pass and I’ll look at my watch relieved we’re that much closer to bedtime when I see it’s only been ten minutes. How is that possible?
He’s sweet and adorable and then thrashes around clawing at my face while I attempt to soothe him. Durning those moments I stare at my watch and considered it may be broken. Can I just stick him in his crib an hour early? I’ve heard other mothers do that sometimes and the baby will sleep just as long into the next morning.
And then, it’s too quiet, did he just die? And so I looked up from my watch to see he was alive, asleep in my arms. Perfect opportunity to snap a few photos with my camera phone. I thought I’d share them with you.
This is the peaceful baby. He’s exhausted himself and fallen into a deep, deep beautiful sleep. I hope he stays there for a long time.
