Seeing this post prompted me to share a story. Not fiction
When my elder sister gave birth to her first child, her husband would usually carry the baby during his morning prayers. It started off as, βLet me help my wife carry the baby since she couldnβt sleep last night,β and soon became a routine.
Every day, by 4 a.m., as he prepared for his daily morning prayers, the baby would wake up crying. He would carry her on his chest like in this image and pray with her for the two hours he usually spends in prayer. The beautiful thing about this routine was that once he carried her and she rested on his chest, she stopped crying. She would remain awake but peaceful throughout the entire prayer session.