Magic

Thomas was restless this morning. A succession of poops kept waking him up. 

After the last one I tried to get him back to sleep as if had been only an hour since he ate but he insisted on getting food.

I passed him to my mum so I could go to the bathroom before feeding. When I came out Thomas was already quiet and eyes half closed. A few minutes later he was asleep. Deeply.

If that's not magic, I don't know what it is.