Let sleeping babes lie

Holding a sleeping baby fills me with contentment.  Even when my biceps start to ache, my fingers tingle from lack of circulation, and my mind wanders to jobs that need doing, I'm loathe to lay my sleeping infant.down.  His smooth, relaxed features fill my heart with satisfaction.  His resting conscious could burst forth any moment; indeed not so long ago, his face scrunched, his voice wailing, I waited patiently for this calm after the storm.  It is mine.  I have earned it.  Now I hold on a little longer to my success.