I have a rocking chair that we got when it became clear that Caroline was coming home. My parents picked it up for us while we were still in the hospital.
I spent many hours rocking her to sleep in that chair. She loved to feel the movement.
The rocking chair had a footstool that rocked along with the chair. I would often put my feet up. One of our cats, Nelson, would often sit on my shins while I rocked Caroline. He always wanted to be close to me and Caroline, and tolerated the back-and-forth motion to cuddle with his mommy and little sister.