Perseverance

Finally, eyeballs closed.

Not really sure how long it took, since time has become fluid. But as we lay there, I saw the irony of the situation - him fighting what I was so desperately craving. And I could have given up as he squirmed and fought back my attempts to soothe him but I had faith that if I just breathed and relaxed my own body, that he would slowly drift into slumberland. So I watched him and felt the rise and fall of his chest under the weight of my hand. At first I thought that this takes patience, but as I thought more about that word I realized that perhaps what I was learning is called perseverance...