World's Greatest Dad!!

Its 1:30am in the morning. My 11 month son has no idea of going to sleep. My wife tried to feed him milk to make him sleep. Not much effect. I take him to the living room, sing all kinds of non-sense while rocking him in my arms to make him sleep. He starts to doze a bit... Good sign!! But unfortunately, we had closed the living room's doors and windows, coz we thought we're gonna crash soon. We start to sweat a little. As he starts to doze, I rush him to his bed. The sound of the door wakes him up and he starts to act cranky. My wife feeds him again hoping he'd sleep again. Nope!! It doesn't happen. Its her turn to rock him for a while. He gets agitated with his crankiness, shouts with his inner throat that makes you fear that it might damage his voice... That makes me pissed off!! So my wife gets furious at me, gives him to me and goes to clean the dishes. Now comes the main part...

I stand up holding him in a rocking position in my arms. But he's least interested in staying still, let alone going to sleep. I give him a little swing and a little toss to make him relax in my arms. Then, slowly rock him while singing all kinds of non-sense(again). We're already in the bedroom with the A/C on, so there's no chance of him sweating. (I always end up freezing, but that's a

different thing.) I keep rocking him in my arms until he starts to doze... I can start to feel the pain in my arms. The pain you feel before the start of cramps. But, I dare not put him down. He's barely started to doze. It takes about 10 to 15 minutes before he's fully asleep. But I dare not put him down immediately for he might wake up. I know I might get cramp in one of my arm any minute, but still I continue to rock him. At this point, the feeling is jus too good. You feel some one in a Military uniform jus pinned a "World's greatest Dad" badge on your chest!! I rock him until the last second before I know I have the cramp on my left arm. I very slowly move onto the bed. (We have a floor bed, so that he won't fall off). I adjust the pillows for him with my feet. Very slowly and delicately I go down on my knees and even more delicately put him down. My right arm is stuck under his neck.

Before I can think of a way to remove my arm, he rolls over, moving his legs up and down, opens his eyes, within a fraction of a second he's up and sitting on the bed giving me fresh look as thought he jus came back from the gym. I try to force him to lie down, and he gives the same noise from the bottom of his throat. I crash at the spot where he was supposed to sleep while I see him stand up holding a nearby table and trying to reach for the mouse of my laptop. The only thing that runs through my mind when I desperately try not to sleep is that - Can there be a much worse dad than me??