I remember spending hours in our rocking chair, rocking baby C to sleep and holding him while he slept. He rarely fell asleep without being rocked and rarely stayed asleep without being held. We spent mornings, afternoons and nights in that chair together. I rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I memorized his sweet face. The curve of his cheek. The movement of his eyelids. The purse of his lips.