They're playing our song

We're visiting the gang in northern Virginia this weekend. Ian has been doing well all day but has a bit of a cold. He went to bed surprisingly early (around 6:30) but an hour later he was fussing. I went to check on him and the poor little guy was just achy and moaning. We rocked and moaned and swayed and moaned.

We tried nursing and singing and patting and snuggling. But then I pulled out my iPhone and started the playlist from when I was in labor. The first song started and it was like someone cut his strings. I actually wondered if he was okay he was so still.

A few songs later and we'd settled down in bed. It was hard to leave him and go back downstairs while they kept playing our song(s).