Minutes later, a reply "Car?"
But Bellybean has finally stopped flopping from boob to boob. He's calming down. I don't want to waste gas driving him to sleep except as an absolute last resort. I can give it one last pained, ticked-off try.
And then he's asleep.
Just like that.
My back is hot with pain. My brow won't unfurrow. My breathing is still off, my chest still full of the pent-up frustration. But he's asleep. And beautiful. Peaceful. His curls soft and magical.
I lay him down as I kiss his left eyelid, then lay down to stretch my back. I pull my tank top back up over my poor, worn-out nipples.
I need to get up and do dishes, laundry. But all I really want to do is scoot over so I'm next to him. Soaking him up. Breathing him in. Sharing his peace.
I love, love, love Elizabeth Pantley's No-Cry Sleep Solution books.
What works for you to help your little ones sleep?