The Parenthood Uncertainty Trap
It was around 5:00 a.m. when my husband opened the creaky door to the guest room, cradling our five-month-old. For a few weeks they’d both been sleeping in the same room, and I’d been stationed across the hall. We hoped our son would wake less frequently if he didn’t smell me and my milk. Not so much. This was the sixth (or maybe seventh?) time he’d been up that night; I had lost track. It felt like I had just put him back down and soothed myself back to sleep. My body, depleted and aching, refused to move. As my husband set our son down beside me, I burst into tears. ….[READ]
