When the baby is finally asleep in my arms and I put her in the crib and, holding my breath, leave
the room on tiptoes, it feels almost natural to hear, a second later, a growing moan that turns into desperate sobbing.
Not exact matches
It was another night when little Joe was sleeping over and at quarter to ten I had to
tiptoe into his
room and prop a card
on the bedside desk that said won 3 - 2 for when he woke up.
I
tiptoed inside, set the car seat down
on the floor in AP's
room, and drifted off for a solid three hours of sleep.
Her parents, looking in
on her and seeing her with her cheek pressed against the floor, thought that she had fallen asleep, and her father
tiptoed into the
room to lift her into bed, only to be disconcerted by the gleam of her wide - open eyes over the top of her arm.