My baby is sleeping in my lap. Every now and then she stirs and tucks herself in closer against me. Her face has been still and peaceful, but now she is getting hungry; her lips move, back arches, face scrunches up and she begins to make little noises even before opening her eyes. I adjust positions, offer her the food she wants, and she relaxes. If I put her down – if I even go to stand up – she will probably wake up. But so long as I am willing to sit here with the curve of her little body nestled against mine she will sleep for hours, perfectly secure, perfectly content.