With the first child you're worried they'll never sleep through the night. You hear crazy stories about spoiling them and then they'll never sleep in their own crib. You wonder if you're creating bad habits by rocking too much.
By the time you get to the third child you're worried you're not snuggling them enough. You try desperately to eek out every cuddle because you know there will come a day when they won't sleep on your chest any more. You know you'll wake up one morning, having slept unexpectedly through the night, and you'll cry, partly because sleep has never felt so good and partly because you're baby is growing up. And just like that you had your last middle-of-the-night snuggle and you didn't even know to treasure it as your last.
And so this child sleeps on our chest every day, all the glorious time.