Shouldn't have done it. I should not have done it. There I sat, rocking back and forth with a small child on my chest. He's asleep, limbs limp, drool flowing, little chest gently rising and falling. To my right sat my coffee cup only about 8 inches out of reach. The sleep we had last night was mediocre at best, so why wouldn't he continue to nap now? I stand up, walking slowly to the pack n play, and carefully lay him down. As that little body touched down and my arms slowly released... Suddenly two large brown eyes stared widely accusing at me. And now we are here. The child has been wide awake since 6:30 am. Twice he has drifted off in my arms and twice I have been given glares of betrayal when I have tried to put him down. We are approaching 6 hours of crankiness. A parenting app on my phone informs me that at 10 months old my child could be sleeping "11-13 hours a night". A Facebook friend excitedly shares that her 8 week old slept 11 hours straight